As I write this post, there’s a little piece of heaven lying in my lap. My perfect little angel Micayla, ten fingers, ten toes, a little button nose. I could watch her sleeping all day, gentle breaths escaping through her perfect lips, her tiny hand curled around my finger.
I have always known I wanted to be a mom, I guess you could say it was a calling. But nothing could have prepared me for this. I am simply overwhelmed by the love I feel for her. I know that is such a cliched thing to say, you hear it all the time. But anyone who knows me will attest to the fact that I’m not generally a very lovey-dovey touchy-feely person. This has completely floored me. I simply have no words. I love her so much it hurts. That is all.