Alma, after Thanksgiving, upon seeing the dark starry sky for the first time: "Can we get a book about stars, mommy? Can we make a book about stars? Let's make a book about stars."
Alma came from a far away star to grow in my belly just about three years ago, a few weeks before our wedding. A little sea turtle swimming around with a rapidly beating heart. I knew it was nothing short of a miracle. Tonight I am filled with gratitude, remembering that time she chose to come be with us, the sacred beginning of our family.
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Beautiful. I know exactly what you mean.
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