I was made to be a mother

I have no doubt. 

I wait all week for Friday mornings when I get to hold my baby as long as I want. 

Without her, what would I have? Hours at the office and money in the bank.

But that doesn’t bring happiness, and you can’t snuggle a paycheck or kiss its cheeks. 

I have a wealth of morning smiles, wide eyes, big grins, and belly laughs. My life is richer than I would have ever known. Because I am a mother