To the lucky lady who marries my son.

To the lucky lady who marries my son,

Today is your wedding day, the day you marry the man I raised.

This is so hard for me to write and I’m not sure why.

Possibly because I’m currently swiping the hair off his forehead as he lays here sleeping.

He’s currently my 21 month old little boy.

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From one sleep deprived Mama to another.

From one sleep deprived Mama to another.

It will be okay.

It might not seem like it now, since you’ve been up all night with the babe and now the toddler is up at 7:15am, but trust me, you’re strong and you will get through this day.

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Flowing with liquid gold.

Nine months.

That’s how long my body produced milk after our son was born. And that nine months was a struggle to say the least. I tried nursing tea and power pumping, no luck. Continue reading