How Did I Get Here?


Every single opportunity that I have Occasionally, I'll just lay beside my baby girl as she's sleeping and listen to her breathe and just take her in and wonder how I got here. How did I become the woman who is perfectly content laying beside and creepily staring at a baby? How did I become the woman who cries crocodile tears when she thinks about how much she loves this little person?

This life that I have- the one with Marlo and Joe- is one that when I was younger, I didn't think I wanted. Ever. At the time, kids seemed like so much unrewarded work. They never stop talking and they require so much attention, attention that would be better spent on myself.

Then Joe happened.

And then a bunch of silly, crazy, roller coaster years.

And then came Marlo. Our sweet reward for all of those silly, crazy, roller coaster years.

And now, here I am. Staring at the beautiful babe sleeping beside me who looks just like her sweet papa. This little babe that I just can't get enough of, who will be three months old in two short days.

I may not know precisely how I got here.

But I know for damn sure that I don't want to be anywhere else.



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