Baby Envy

I had the great pleasure of seeing a Facebook picture of an old aquantince of mine today: she was smiling, visibly pregnant, and standing next to her proud-looking husband. I was more proud and gleefully at the site of this image than I had any right to be. I ached for all it had taken to get her to that simple, beautiful picture.

I told her it was perfection, and she agreed.

Having children is arduous, painful, and frequently sticky, but it is also brings indiscribably awe, love, and meaning to my life.

I will come back to this topic shortly when my children aren't screaming for food and my un-di-f-ing-vided attention.

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