Sometimes I am a little bit scared to become a mom. Don't hate me. . . this is just honest.
I'm a little bit scared of being exhausted all the time -- and never sleeping in on Saturdays.
I'm a little bit scared of watching my body get all saggy and stretched out in unsightly places.
I'm a little bit scared of loosing so much alone time with Husband.
I'm also a little bit scared to love our little tiny people so much.
I'm a little bit scared to let them grow and learn and make mistakes.
I'm a little bit scared to raise a little person and then let them go into the world.
But mostly I dream of moments.
Moments when everything is right in the world because lying between us
is a tiny little person that we made.
I dream of holding my little squishy, diapered-but-naked-baby,
and kissing their teeny little mouths and plumpy cheeks
I dream of massive cuddle seshs on the couch because we just love that
and wild, wet camping trips
and first airplane rides when they realize what's actually happening.
I dream of living out the rest of my life with my best friend
and our tiny little people that look just like us.
Thanking God everyday for such an incredible gift.