I am (hopefully) at the end of 8 days of kids with the flu. The Carla before being a parent wouldn’t of been able for any amount of money clean blow out diahrea diapers or being puked on multiple times in a day.
As I change I catch myself in the mirror, stretch marks, c-section scar, and growing up a little. I know everyone shares, you have two healthy kids.
This morning it actually got to me, I have so much love and have sacrificed my bikini wearing days and sans vericose vein legs for these two unreal kids. They will never fully know how much I love them. NEVER. I know my mom had four of us, and I remember her sometimes sharing what happened to her body after kids. But as a the kid, I could of cared less (so mean to think now that I have gone through it).
I know that they will never know how much I love them. But I know how much I do.
I am going to miss my babies as I am off on a missions trip today. But I know daddy loves them too.