Little Boy,
You call me "Mama". Sometimes you say it just to say it, I think. And always with a smile on your face. When you're in your car seat and you are bored you call out my name and you want me to tickle you. So, of course, I do. And that laugh! So precious. It's crazy to think that I really am your Mama. What a privilege.
"A child born to another woman calls me Mom. The magnitude of that tragedy and the depth of that privilege are not lost on me." -Jody R. Landers
XOXO,
Mama
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