I never worked harder to stay-at-home

I wish I had known how much I would love being a mother. How could I have anticipated the depth of this love? My heart opens with wonder when I watch my 18-month-old son lift his arms, snap his fingers, and gently sway to music. Any music. We could be in the check out line at Walgreens and if he hears music, he lifts his arms in praise. Oh, the world is good to him. Read More …