This thread is for those things that we love
about being a step-mom, heart-mom, belle-mere (french for step-mom and my favorite) or super-duper girlfriend to a dad, or what we love about the dear children. Then on those days when maybe we forget why we love it, we can read this and remember.
(And if we can get this going, I'll pm the mod and maybe we have have our very own sticky!)
I'll start.
I love that she chose me to take her bra shopping.
I love that she copies things that I do.
I love that she wants to know about me when I was younger.
I love that her dad trusts me enough to drive her places.
I love that she opened up a whole part of my heart that I never knew was there.
I love that I love her even though I didn't give birth to her, and that she loves me, too.
I love that it breaks my heart to have her leave, since that means that I am happy when she is here.
I love how her dad refers to us as a "family", even though I don't live with them.
I love remembering how it felt the first time she rested her head on my shoulder, or leaned into me, or collapsed exhausted on me after running around, or grabbed my arm when we went swimming, or took my hand, or smiled at me, or wanted to go somewhere with me, or laughed at something I said or asked my opinion of something or said she loved me.
about being a step-mom, heart-mom, belle-mere (french for step-mom and my favorite) or super-duper girlfriend to a dad, or what we love about the dear children. Then on those days when maybe we forget why we love it, we can read this and remember.(And if we can get this going, I'll pm the mod and maybe we have have our very own sticky!)
I'll start.
I love that she chose me to take her bra shopping.
I love that she copies things that I do.
I love that she wants to know about me when I was younger.
I love that her dad trusts me enough to drive her places.
I love that she opened up a whole part of my heart that I never knew was there.
I love that I love her even though I didn't give birth to her, and that she loves me, too.
I love that it breaks my heart to have her leave, since that means that I am happy when she is here.
I love how her dad refers to us as a "family", even though I don't live with them.
I love remembering how it felt the first time she rested her head on my shoulder, or leaned into me, or collapsed exhausted on me after running around, or grabbed my arm when we went swimming, or took my hand, or smiled at me, or wanted to go somewhere with me, or laughed at something I said or asked my opinion of something or said she loved me.








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