Before I had children, this is what one of my boobs looked like. Okay, not completely like this, but this is a close approximation.
Now, sadly, this is far more accurate.
Sunday mornings once included coffee and a leisurely perusal of the newspaper.
Now, I read this nonsense, with different voices for each rain forest animal. That Kinkajou voice is a bitch.
Before children, I did not consider stairway tree houses or fishing trips with Daddy to be the highlights of my week.
And, I never expected that a trip to Great Clips would make me swell with pride and swallow a boulder-sized lump in my throat simultaneously.
I wouldn't trade my after for my before. Even for the balloon-sized green knockers.
Happy Mother's Day, y'all.