Our loving Lord is good.
Even baby ears are adorable...
...and irresistable baby feet too! Don't you just want to nibble on them piggies!
And plump full cheeks that are just in dire need of kissing over and over and over...
...she's leaning in...
Nope! Can't resist! Gotta kiss 'em!
That's mama bliss you're looking at. If they could ever harness its power, they would find the cure for cancer... and PMS... and that hair growing above my upper lip.
Can you tell which of my daughters is the naturally maternal one, and which already proclaims that she might want to have just one child only if it's convenient and can co-exist in her ultra modern high-rise city apartment, with her bull dog named Jack.
And can I pu-lease have myself some of those eyelashes? Youth flaunts its self in front of the wise but old!
When I was oh so young, say in my 30's, I always wanted to be the auntie that always had gum. You know, the cool auntie. Then I had kiddos of my own and discovered that gum isn't really that cool. In fact it's the mommy-antithesis of cool. It gets in your hair when you forget your chewing it and fall asleep. And smooshed into your carpet by 6 year olds who don't want it anymore despite the fact that you've told them to give it to you no less than 837 times when their done with it.