Five years ago today, my definition of "mama" changed. You see, for the last year and a half up to that point, I knew the fierceness of love and the willing-to-give-everything kind of love that comes with being "mama." I knew what it felt like to know that life is inside. And I knew the heart-wrenching grief that shook my body as I said "goodbye" to the teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy life {oh yes, LIFE} that lived inside me. I knew that part of ...
