The birth of both of my girls. When my oldest was born, I finally understood what it felt like to truly be in love.
The day that my oldest came out of open heart surgery four hours later than scheduled. She was four months old and although she was grey in color, she was alive and at that point, I knew she would be okay.
The day my stepsons started calling me mom. Both told me that they wished they could call me mom and I told them that if they felt comfortable with it and if they felt I deserved that honor, that it would be fine with me.
The day I bought my very first brand new car. It was a 2010 Chevy Malibu, charcoal color on the outside with light grey interior. I still have that car. Up to that point, I had several used cars, but nothing brand new.
The day that my oldest came out of open heart surgery four hours later than scheduled. She was four months old and although she was grey in color, she was alive and at that point, I knew she would be okay.
The day my stepsons started calling me mom. Both told me that they wished they could call me mom and I told them that if they felt comfortable with it and if they felt I deserved that honor, that it would be fine with me.
The day I bought my very first brand new car. It was a 2010 Chevy Malibu, charcoal color on the outside with light grey interior. I still have that car. Up to that point, I had several used cars, but nothing brand new.
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