The moment my son was born and they handed him to me and I stared into his tiny little face, I said “he’s perfect”. And he was. He looked just like I imagined him to look. It’s a surreal feeling once you’re finally holding the child you’ve been carrying for ten whole months. The moments until he was born are blurry in my memory because of the medication I was on, but i remember vividly holding him and saying that he was perfect. :)
Sep 01, 06:48AM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
It would be impossible to list everything you remember about someone that was in your life at one time but are no longer, for whatever reason. But I remember. I remember everything. So many random facial expressions and smiles that he had no idea would be etched in my memory forever. Nervous habits, his Northern accent that I would tease him about. All the stupid mistakes that I made, I remember it all. Six years later it seems like it’s been no time at all. I can still see his face and his hands and remember exactly the way he would look at me. Like no one before or since.
I know that I’ll always carry those memories with me. They’re precious to me and I think about them often
Sep 01, 06:38AM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
I got a cabbage patch doll for Christmas when I was 3. I have taken that doll absolutely everywhere. She was my most favorite toy in the whole world. I still have her, in my room, in the orignial outfit she came with. I’ve always wanted to keep her incase I have a little girl I can pass her on to. I have really great memories playing with her. I’ve sown her arms back on quite a few times and her face is a little stained from all the spaghetti o’s I tried feeding her, but she’s still special to me.
Sep 01, 06:31AM PDT | 0 comments
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