Saturday I cried a lot of useless tears.
I cried because I woke up still pregnant.
I cried because I sat down on the couch with my family and couldn't get comfortable.
I cried because I had to go to the bathroom.
Just a lot of crying over nothing.
Tonight I sit here with so much to be grateful for... and I'm grateful to have something great to shed some tears over.
I was just sitting there, holding my sweet, new, little baby girl.
As I held her and marveled at her innocent perfection,
I looked up at my boys that were giggling along with their awesome daddy as they watched Madagascar 3.
I was overwhelmed by the reality that this is my life.
My three sweet children, my forever best friend... my whole world that I get to be blessed with forever. I was overcome by gratitude that this is my life.
And then I cried. Just a little, but they were the tears I like to shed.