I get to be the one.

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For as far back as I can remember I wanted to be a mom. When our first child, Meredith was born I finally understood the undeniable overflowing love that fills your heart when your baby is placed in your arms for the first time. I love everything about motherhood. From pregnancy to the fist day of school. Sure, cleaning up vomit and hold hands (and entire tiny bodies) during shots aren't the most comfortable experiences in the world but they are part of my job. My wonderful, beautiful job and I wouldn't trade a second of it. Even though it took days before I held Case I still felt that overwhelming rush of love the minute I heard his beautiful cry. When they pulled him out of my belly we were uncertain of his future. I didn't know if we would bring him home from the hospital. I wasn't sure if Dan would ever teach him how to ride a bike or if he would ever help me bake cookies. All we knew was that we wouldn't take one second of his life for granted. The same concept applies to our daughters. Jesus made me the mother of 4 beautiful children. I have the best job in the world!

I heard this song this morning and it took me back to the day of Case's birth. The beautiful, uncertain, blessing of a day.


Well hello.
Little Baby.
Your eyes have never seen the sun
You should know
Little baby
That i am the lucky one

I get to be the one to hold your hand
I get to be the one.
Through birthdays and broken bones
Ill be there to watch you grow
I get to be the one.

Don't feel alone now.
Little baby.
Do you hear me singing you a song
I can't wait to show you
Little baby
How to crawl
How to walk
How to run

I get to be the one to hold your hand
I get to be the one.
Through birthdays and broken bones
Ill be there to watch you grow
I get to be the one.

How does someone so small
Hold my heart so tightly
I don't even know you
I love you completley

I get to be the one to hold your hand
I get to be the one.
Through birthdays and broken bones
Ill be there to watch you grow
I get to be the one.

I get to be the one to hold your hand
I get to be the one.
Through birthdays and broken bones
Ill be there to watch you grow
I get to be the one.



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