Today I was walking down a quiet snowy street, each of my hands filled with a warm little hand. It felt like a profound moment in time, a memory I wanted to cement in my mind. It was a moment that I truly relished being a mom. I felt the privilege of holding these small hands in my own. I have some silly kids, but I don't think I would want it any other way.
I don't think I've seen that much of A's face before. I bet she kept her hair like that for at least 2 minutes.
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