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As moms, we tend to focus our care on our children, our husbands, our homes. We forget about ourselves.

As an artist, you never quite feel like your work is up to par. I believe that this is what pushes us to continue educating ourselves and striving to be better and better.

When I was sixteen I knew that I wanted a little girl. A pretty little ray of sunshine to dress in pink and place bows in her hair. She would be my best friend and we would tell each other secrets. I would name her Lindsey.

Do you remember holding your tiny baby close for the first time? The relief that labor is over, that everything is going to be ok? The smell of her still wet hair? The warmth of her tiny, squishy body against yours? The sound of her little lungs finding air for the first time? Do you remember the overwhelming love that you felt? This is my journey into falling in love with that moment, with birth, with the journey into motherhood.