Thankful…

I sat in front of our full length mirror last night and looked at the 437 stretch marks that I have on my hips and my thighs from carrying you, and I cried… But just for a minute… As soon as I shed that first tear I realized that I am grateful for those stretch marks because they represent something so much more than just my outward appearance… They represent your life, the greatest gift I have ever been given… And even after you are gone to college and living a grown up life, I will always have the roadmap you left behind… I can re-trace your life through them… You’ll take your future and do whatever you choose with it, but I will always be the keeper of your beginning... I wouldn't trade those stretch marks for the world…

I would, however, consider trading them for better boobs…