Today I was at the kitchen sink washing dishes. Rowan was crawling around (still can't believe I'm saying that) entertaining himself. A few minutes passed, and then I felt his little hands hold onto my legs so tight. I looked down at him and cooed and said and did the things that make him laugh, and he did for a few minutes. Once he realized I wasn't picking him up yet he began to do his "pick me up" cry, and it got a little louder the more that I continued to finish up the dishes. It was in that moment that I couldn't stop smiling and thought, "Oh my gosh! I'm a MOM. I'm a mmmmmoooommm!!" With his little fingers clenching tighter on my legs and his little cry getting more persistent, I just melted.
I'm a mother. My dreams have come true!
I just never want to forget that moment.