My Precious Gift

Christmas came early for me this year.  On August 22, I became the proud owner of a brand new, baby girl.  She was and is everything I ever dreamed of in a child.  She is the best of my husband and I, a perfect example of true love and forgiveness, a pure spirit.  She  is also everything I didn't know about having a baby.  She doesn't sleep, which means I don't sleep, she sometimes cries for no reason, she ruins at least one outfit a day with her explosive poops, and being a mom is flat out exhausting.

But I love every second of this.  

I love it more than I can ever explain.  Feeling her grow within me, aiding her entrance into this world, feeding her with my body, sacrificing all of my wants and needs for hers: these are the things that now define me.

I've said it once and I'll probably say it a million more times:

Being a mother is more rewarding and more difficult that I ever could have imagined.

And I love it.

Merry Christmas.