Reblogged from My Pajama Days:
I don't know much about my conception, other than the knowledge of how babies are born. My mom reminded me for years, still does, that my dad was her one and only. They court each other every day. I know the love that created me, because I see it in their stolen kisses in the kitchen or my dad's hand brushing across my mom's backside.
This is one of the most beautiful pieces on Motherhood I've ever read.
