Little one

I was told I'd never have kids..

You as#holes were wrong! And oh how happy I was when I found out you were!

My treasure is the little one I carried nine months, because every time he wakes up he looks at me and smiles and giggles and wiggles and laughs. Every time I hear his breath or feel his touch, he gives me more purpose than I had previous. He's not the reason I'm alive, but he's the reason my days aren't gloomy.

Sure, it's hard maintaining my sanity well caring for a 6 month old, but the littlest things make it worth it. Like the way he looks to me when I start to sing, as if he's paying special attention because he knows I'm feeling a certain way. Or how he hands me his binky when I cry, because it always stops him,

He is such a pure treasure that I've been so blessed with, and everyday I thank him, for making me a mom, and for letting me be so blessed with him