Motherhood cannot be described. It has to be felt. 3 years ago I lost my heart. The moment I saw those two pink lines, it was hers. She has taught me what love really is, what the love of God is, and what innocence looks like. She has the best giggle, the most beautiful hazel eyes and a sweet disposition. She loves to paint, sing, learn, and “play, play, play all day.” She loves pink things, her daddy, and Sonic ice. She has gone from a tiny little seed growing inside me and kicking me all over the place to a little girl…who is turning into a little lady, who sits down beside me and asks me things like, “So, how are you mommy?” and “How do we do that?” She is so smart and already loves the God she learns about. She knows He made everything. London, mommy loves you more than anyone could ever prove. Happy birthday, my sweet baby
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