Last night I went out to dinner and remarked to my husband that our waiter was a nice "kid". Then I realized that he was probably about 20.. when exactly did a 20yr old become a "kid" to me?? Sometimes I catch a quick glimpse and feel bad for the woman in the mirror. She has the dreaded mom butt and the whites of her eyes look pink sometimes from lack of sleep. I'm just thankful that it's a problem with my mirror and not a true reflection of myself.. When I close my eyes I see myself SO much clearer than that! Clearly, I'll be 18 forever! :)
But even if it was a true reflection of myself, mom butt and tired eyes aside, I wouldn't trade these precious gifts of mine for all the idealistic beach bodies in the world! I LOVE being a mom, and truly, I've never felt so beautiful. Motherhood brings a beauty that never fades! And I get to kiss on these little lips every day!!!