The beauty of my body is not measured by the size of the clothes it can fit into, but by the stories that it tells. I have a belly and hips that say, "We grew a child in here," and breasts that say, "We nourished life." My hands, with bitten nails and a writer's callus, say, "We create amazing things."
I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
My Little Guys are just not that little anymore
a serious fact that I am faced with each night when Erik falls asleep next to me in bed, carrying him to his bed has become a heavy load. I may have to start putting some limits on that since he has surpassed the 60 lb limit.
