My favorite thing in the whole world is being your momma. I woke up this morning before anyone else and lay there as the sun poured into the room, reflecting on how blessed I am. I thanked God for the miracle of your lives and for choosing me to be your mom. I cherished the moments that I rocked you, Quinn, against my chest before nap today and felt your chest breath in and out as little flutters of your baby brother or sister moved deep inside my stomach.
I. Love. You.
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