A firstborn's birthday is really two holidays in one. There's the celebration of the birth of the baby....and the celebration of the birth of a mother. Both... life-changing, earth-shattering, cosmos-shifting events...equal in magnitude. But the spotlight of celebration centers on the child. There's something in the birth of the Momma that's content to be the holder, the arms that cradle, the person who throws the parties and ponders the memories. I became a Momma 17 years and 4 days ago. But enough about me....let me tell you about the star of the show. His name was Riley Kent Florida. The day he was born was like a dream....because he was a dream. From the day the knot was tied I was ready to be a Momma. But, alas, waiting had to be endured until the student teaching and degrees were finished and responsibilities were met. The plan was to wait until we were firmly settled into a job with a paycheck. It wasn't m...
What if your dreams are possible? Borrow my confidence in you until you find your own.