“Mommy, how did the baby get of your tummy?”

Well it’s 11:07 on a Friday night, and I’m sitting at the kitchen table, typing out some moments that I don’t want to forget. That’s the thing about motherhood. It’s all consuming…except memories, many of which eventually fade. So I will stay up late, accompanied by the sounds of my family sleeping, so that oneContinue reading ““Mommy, how did the baby get of your tummy?””