Monday, April 6, 2009

My Purpose

When I was a teenager, I thought my reason for being on this earth would come to me as an adult ...that I was here for some big purpose, that there was something big I was meant to do and I would find it someday soon. Perhaps that is part of the Leo ego, or just a genuine hope for meaning. I don't know. By my thirties, I had given up on this idea, believing I don't really have a purpose or a profound reason for my existence. That is, until now. Now I know, my purpose at this time in my life, this moment of time, is being a mommy. And I couldn't think of a grander or more impactful purpose than this:


  1. He is such a sweetie and very lucky to have you as a mom! You're doing an amazing job. Give him a kiss for me!

  2. These pictures are so beautiful. Please email them to me. Jill's right. You are an amazing mother. I'm so proud of you and so happy for you and this precious love you have.

  3. Awww, thanks guys!! Love you too!


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