22 2 / 2012
It’s getting to the point where I don’t even remember what life was like before I was a mom. I always thought that you shouldn’t let your job define who you are. This must be the exception. Feeding and loving and protecting this person. That’s me. That’s why I’m here. And I can be a dozen other things, too. But I will always be this first.
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