lucky mom to a 3 year old super hero.
somewhat crunchy, closer to crispy. I like good things. Send me a message if you want to be pals <3
I love secrets. I’m really good at discovering them by chance and also keeping them. I love secret lives. Secret job, passion or project. I have some pretty big ones not many of you know about, but I’d tell you if you asked the right questions. I love secrets so much that I’ll share mine with anyone.
I can’t stop touching my boobs. After 3 and 1/2 years of breastfeeding, we weaned and they stopped making milk. I feel a mixture of relief and sadness. They’re squishy and not super sensitive now, which is great. I’ll likely never make milk again though. I’ll just think back on that time of our lives with nostalgia for the bond we had with nursing and the super-powered nourishment I provided my daughter. I’ll always feel blessed to have had the privilege to give that gift to her.
I would love to get rid of about 72% of our stuff so that our home no longer looks like 4 storage units threw up in it.
On the way home on the subway, this young man entered while seemingly talking to himself (or maybe rapping?) When the doors closed, he announced he would be singing a song for us. He broke out in a beautiful song with the voice of an angel which nearly brought me to tears. No one else on the train even looked up from their devices. When he finished, only myself and the lady sitting across from me clapped or even acknowledged him.