I breathe, therefore I blog.

I've waited my whole life for this role--this role called "Mama." It hasn't disappointed me--no, not once.

I was warned that I would miss my "me time" and my sleep and my independence, but I don't. Those things very rarely cross my mind. Being "Mama" is more than enough. It is my identity, my joy, and my hope.

Thank you, Klara, for bringing healing to my soul. Thank you for filling my heart to bursting and making life worth living.

This weekend I'm thinking of those mothers in waiting and those who have lost their babies. There's a reason why having empty arms is so painful; it's because being a mom really is that beautiful.