The very best thing about Abi and Joe moving in (the best thing for me, I mean) is that it has dismantled one of my suckiest, longest-held, trickiest self-doubts. I've always known I didn't want to give birth or raise my own biological children, for lots and lots of reasons--the big baddy reason, though, was that I was wholly uncertain I'd be a decent mother.
But now I know: I'd be a totally decent mother! Maybe not Mother of the Year, but definitely Mother of the Day sometimes.
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Because a non-Post Secrets blog cannot live on confessions alone, here's some slice-o-life of our afternoon. [Typepad is being a turd today, so I had to skip over to FB.]
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