Hold Dear Those Christmas Blessings

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This old gal…

Can’t remember a time…she didn’t want to be a mom…and that’s probably because…after looking through old photos…seeing little me as young as 2…loving on those treasured baby dolls of hers…there never was a time…she didn’t want to be a mom…

Spent hours…playing with dolls…dressing them…feeding them…bathing them…spent hours…playing house…that younger brother of mine a tolerant playmate…eating those meals little me prepared…in the bright turquoise…Easy Bake Oven…

Spent hours…comforting…nurturing…loving those babies of mine…all in preparation…for the beauty…that is motherhood…realizing that dream…of so long ago…with those beautiful blessings of mine…those treasured little ladies…loving their mama…in ways no other can…supporting her…laughing with her…caring for her…

This old gal blessed…to spend Christmas morning…with those…although so many miles apart…she holds so dear…

Dreams do come true…and in this old gal’s case…sometimes…reality…is more splendid…than could ever have been…imagined…

And little mother me…would have to agree…