Love is...

...when, despite the blinding headache you are left with due to sleep deprivation, you think of the 3:30 a.m. booby call with a smile. Because your silly little baby was laying there, kicking his feet on his mattress so hard that his little butt was bouncing everywhere, smiling the biggest gummy smile imaginable, and reaching his hands up to you.



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Thank you for all the moral support re: the previous post. I would like to have the guts to correct people, and I should. It just gets tiring, though, you know? But then when I am in the privacy of my own home, it really hurts that people would forget C. so easily. So it seems that I protect the people that hurt me at the expense of my own peace of mind. Really, I should stop letting others have so much control over my emotions. Easier said than done.

We are off to a wedding for the weekend. I will attempt to keep a list of all the well-intentioned but clueless comments so that I can share them with you come Monday.