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To the mommas

Such a random time of night that I'm coming to this space at.  For me at least.  I usually write much earlier than this.  I suppose I just got to thinking and felt like well why not?

Somewhat of some randomness, but one of my oldest, closest friends had her first baby this morning.  He is a preciously delicious little lamb and that's strictly my thoughts via pictures.  I will meet him on Friday and I can't wait to bite his toes.  No, there is not need for child services, I just express my love in the form of nibbling.  I mean, come on!  Baby toes!!!

Now, this is not my first friend to have a baby.  In fact, I have many nieces and nephews I adore.  This baby just got me thinking about mommas and the power there is in such a person.  My own momma has always been a shining star, super hero, end all fixer, hugger, lover, pusher, motivator, giver and the list goes on.  I can't ever say thank you enough to my own mom for all she has done or sacrificed in her own life for mine.  Note to self: send mom flowers.  And on Tuscan vacay.

I have always said my mom is a mom's mom, she was made for it.  She only had me by birth, but she has served as mom to so many others by affiliation.  She rallies and stands by her kids no matter what and she loves unconditionally.  She gives advice when asked and stands back when it's time.  She seems to just know how to respond.  For this, I am eternally grateful.

For my newest momma friend, I am so excited for you.  You've flipped the page to a whole new chapter and it's going to be exciting, tiring, exhilarating, challenging, and everything you never knew you wanted.  And that's just based on my own knowledge as a dog mother!  I can't begin to understand that love without tails being involved. #forgetthehaters #dogsarepeopletoo.

To the mommas, you are so much to all of us.  We would not be anything without you.

Until we meet again,
M

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