No Ordinary Day

Dear Owen,

Today¬†was no ordinary day. Neither was yesterday. Tomorrow won’t be either.

There’s nothing ordinary about watching sleep kiss your eyes.

There’s nothing ordinary about watching your “Beep Beep” booty try to scoot.

There’s nothing ordinary about looking at your face while you stretch out and roll over.

There’s nothing ordinary about wrapping you up in a monster towel for a few clean snuggles before bedtime.

There’s nothing ordinary about being your mom.

Love you,
Mama

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