Sometimes I am walking down the street when my breath literally catches in my chest and I am overcome with a feeling of good fortune and supreme luck. I just cannot believe that I got so lucky to have such a sweet, happy, and GORGEOUS child. I say this as objectively as possible: My baby is seriously perfect. As if that is not enough, I also have a thoughtful, loving, handsome, and endlessly supportive husband.
So, don’t hate me because I’m beautiful; hate me because I am perhaps the luckiest woman in the entire world.