I am a Mom.

Some days I can not believe I am a Mom. I can not believe I can love someone as much as I do. I can not believe that every decision I make, I now consider her.

As I walked through our apartment last night on my way to bed, I noticed things. I noticed the high chair and smiled. I noticed the sippy cup and bottle rack and smiled. I went into the bathroom and noticed the toys in the tub and smiled. When I got to the bedroom, I saw a peacefully sleeping child and smiled. I went to bed and dreamed sweet dreams of being a Mom. Some days it just hits me, that I am a Mom.