So I'm a holiday person. I can't help it. I like that we have special days to remember special things. Even Valentine's Day, which is mostly manufactured. I love that it's a day to remember and notice and specifically cherish those you love.
I sometimes look at these babies of mine and feel as though I've stepped into a dream world. Some moments are really pure magic. All I've ever wanted was to be a mom. And I'm so blessed and lucky to be able to be one. I have a man who supports me in my dream, and I have babies who fulfill it to its bursting point.
And I think that's worth celebrating, especially today.
Happy Heart Day, ya'll.
For a trippy blast through the past: