A Mothers Motivation
Dear Weston,
A child is born.
Love fills the room.
Tears of joy pouring out.
A babys first cry.
It's a boy.
8 pounds 4 ounces.
Exhausted.
Relieved.
So many overpowering emotions.
A mothers happiness.
A fathers happiness.
Blessed.
Thats how it felt when i brought you into this world.
Absolutley wonderful.
I pushed you out
and you will pushed me to do better.
I will do everything for you.
You will not go without.
Love, your mother
Ashlen.
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