What do you love?

[Farah]

Write a blog about something you love!!!! Your kids, vacation spots, family, friends, or just a nice hot bath. What do you love? Why?

:hula:

[aka mommy]

where do we post the blogs at? like on here or on blogger or what?

[Farah]

Here would be great!

[Ashley]

Just post them into this forum and then we'll get up on our MH blog at http://mothershideaway.blogspot.com :))

[Heather]

I love my Babybutt! :love: Babybutt is a friend of mine that I've known now for about 4 or 5 years, and we're ttc soulmates. Her real name is Farah, and here's the story behind "Babybutt": I was always posting pictures of my @ss online, and her Dh's nickname for her was Babybutt. So one day she said since I was always talking about my @ss, that I would be now be Babybutt.

Babybutt and I have been through alot together. We started ttc about the same time many many years and many message boards ago. I watched in agony while she lost her precious beans, while she watched in agony as I got negative after negative after negative. We cried for each other. And then what's that?? We're both pregnant?! Finally!! But nope. We spoke too soon. We both lost our baby beans within about a week of each other.

A couple of months go by, and what do you know? Here we are both pregnant again, both within a few weeks of each other. Will these babies stick?? Please God, let them stick. The weeks turn into months, and soon we're in the clear!! We have two beautiful, healthy baby boys!! We call each other at all hours of the night to cry, to laugh, to get advice. We finally get to meet in person when Farah and Charlie come to visit us. And what do you know? It was like we'd been friends our whole lives! We had the best time with them, and we were sad when they had to leave.

Fast forward some more, both of the boys turn one. The summer comes, and it's time for Cohen and me to go visit them this time! Once again, it's as if we've been friends for eternity. Once again, it sucks to leave.

Then just a few weeks later, the unthinkable happens. Third time's a charm! For the third time in a row, we're both pregnant again. Again, due within just a couple of weeks of each other. We get to experience the best thing in our lives together again, and I know that it is only going to make us that much closer. We miss you Babybutt and Charlie!! We love you!! We're saving your room in Alabama.

[Mama Sandy]

I wanted to ask where babybutt came from (saw the ticker) and that is the SWEETEST story I have heard in a long time! Thank you for sharing.

[Elaine]

:love: That is the sweetest story Heather! I'm all teary... :blush:

[Farah]

OMG. I'm sitting here sobbing. Thank you so much, Babybutt. I really really needed this today. :kiss: We miss you, too and you always have your room here, too. :love:

[MomHenry918]

That was so sweet!!! I have to post one of my own:

I love butterfly kisses. The feeling of little lashes just tickling the tiny recesses of my eye, bringing me back to a time when things were more simple. It takes me back to times when my Momma would turn to me with a smile on her face, and usually a good secret -- like we were going to the ice cream parlor that night. I'd gasp in amazement as she'd bend over, inviting those little lashes to her own eye. Butterfly kisses were reserved for special times -- when we were hurt, alone, scared, or just insanely happy. They weren't to be taken lightly. To date, I have never met a soul who did not like a good butterfly kiss. My Daddy and I even danced at my wedding to a song about them. They are a wish...a prayer sent on tiny hairs straight from angels. Minuscule, fleeting moments that seem to last an eternity -- designed to make you smile. They are the most simple of things, yet so complex in all that they bring. Joy, laughter, and even a tear as flashes of childhood memories long gone suddenly race through your mind. They're serious, silly, and the cherry on the top of a perfect day. I still remember the first time Annie was old enough to reciprocate a butterfly kiss. No more than a year old, feeling those tiny lashes flutter against my own made me realize how special it was that my Mother shared those moments with me. Little things...things we sometimes forget...are how our Mothers made us who we are. It's how we make our children who they will become. We stress over phrases, dinners and rules, but it's the minuscule things that build up over time to make a human being. I still live for the times when I see Annie's face coming close...at that little angle that we both know so well...to give me the tiny signal that tells the other just how much we love and treasure them. What seems to some to be a simple meeting of eyelashes, to us, is a non-verbal contract between a Mommy and her little girl. It's a contract to be more than ourselves for one another. It's a promise to make every moment count...and with butterfly kisses, each moment does.

[Ashley]

These have me tearing up!! Heather, that is the sweetest story! And Carrie, I love that!! :love: These will definitely be used in our upcoming Things I Love Thursday blogs, thanks ladies!! :hula: