Before I had kids, I knew that there would be hard days. Obviously 'hard' is a relative term here. But as only a pre mother can, I figured I knew mostly what was in store. Relatively accurately, I did predict there would be the suck-the-life-outta-me exhausting days, the heartbreaking days, the so frustrated I can't even see straight days. I didn't know that hard could take on a whole new meaning. But I also figured on the great days. I knew there would be days of unbelievable joy, the days of soaking in their every tiny movement and gurgle, the days of cuddles and giggles and kisses and happy beyond describing. In all honesty; I had no idea what I was jumping into. There are just certain things that have to be learned with experience. All those days have happened and more. And what I didn't know then was how sharply those moments would etch and carve and bind themselves into my heart. What I didn't know was how much those moments would give breath...