This post comes to you written in a bathtub. Yep, a bathtub. My husband is home and I’m FREEEE for some alone time. Ahhh… so nice.
I stare down at my mom body and smile. Because this body made those sweet voices I can hear downstairs.
I will admit, most of the time, (especially while picking out something to wear) I’m not too thrilled with my post-baby body. But right this minute grateful is all I feel. The extra pounds, new stretch marks, and less than perky breasts mean something so much more. That I am a BADASS! And every single change that my body has made is for the most worthy of reasons. Those little voices downstairs.

Thankful. Grateful. Blessed.