I can't simply choose one happy baby story. I have TWO babies. Two babies that make me happy every single day. It's hard to even come up with a moment (or two) to write about, but how fun to sit here and think back on all our amazing memories so far. My happy stories definitely have to be the day each of them were born.

My first made me a mom. It's crazy how everything changes in an instant and this little tiny thing becomes your whole world. He's my sweetheart, my goof ball, my smarty pants... he's my baby boy.

My second gave me a daughter. A mini-me. She's sweet and beautiful and oh so curious. She keeps us on our toes! This little miracle also gave me my VBAC. I was depressed after my traumatic cesarean and a lot of my was "healed" after this birth.

I think back on both days with a smile on my face--the two days my babies were brought into this world and into my arms. They are my world, they made me Mom, and I love them to the moon (and back to my son's truck).