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It's an odd thing to have someone look at you and exclaim, "happy mothers day!" Why? Because, if you're anything like me, you'll likely never actually feel like you're old enough, wise enough, experienced enough, etc. to be a mother. Yet here I am, sitting smack-dab in the phase of life where people are wishing me a happy mothers day because I am a mother. It's weird. I wonder if it will always feel weird. 

I spent the day in a car finishing up the drive home from our day trip to California. We made it home just in time to drop by both of our parent's houses in order to wish our own mothers a happy mother's day. 

During the drive home, I pulled up the photo album on my phone from the day Billie was born. I didn't expect it, but I was overcome with a wave of inexplicable emotion. I am a mother. I scrolled through the images that were taken immediately after she was pulled from my womb and my heart swelled. I couldn't believe how much she's already changed and grown. I still can't believe that she is ours. I was hit hard with the realization of the role that I will play in her life-- I am her mother. I will forever be grateful for this opportunity.

Mother's Day wasn't what I expected, but it was exactly what I needed.

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