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"I know what it feels like to carry a child underneath my heart for nine months, to feel my body give way to make room for hers. I know what it feels like to hold an infant and rock her to sleep, to find a lullaby in her breathing."
I support breastfeeding
"Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you are my life"
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- "Family's not a thing, it's a place, it's where all the memories get kept."
"I know what it feels like to carry a child underneath my heart for nine months, to feel my body give way to make room for hers. I know what it feels like to hold an infant and rock her to sleep, to find a lullaby in her breathing."
"On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, "Life will never be the same". Because there had never been anyone like you...ever in the world. So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name....For never before in story or rhyme (not even once upon a time) has the world ever known a you, my friend, and it never will, not ever again...Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born." On the Night You Were Born-Nancy Tillman
I support breastfeeding
My Best Friend
You stand by me
And you believe in me
Like nobody ever has
When my world goes crazy
Youre right there to save me
You make me see how much I have
And I still tremble
When we touch
And oh the look in your eyes
When we make love
And you believe in me
Like nobody ever has
When my world goes crazy
Youre right there to save me
You make me see how much I have
And I still tremble
When we touch
And oh the look in your eyes
When we make love
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