Eight Years Ago

Today . . .

My Harley-Bug was born.

Call her Harley Raye, Raisin, Bug, Bugga, whatever you like, she will always be my beautiful brown-eyed beauty. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and is the most caring, tenderhearted child. She is always worried about something or someone. She’s my girl.

Harley then:
Harley Now:


I found this quote today, and couldn’t have asked for one more fitting:

Suddenly, through birthing a daughter, a woman finds herself face to face not only with an infant, a little girl, a woman-to-be, but also with her own unresolved conflicts from the past and her hopes and dreams for the future…. As though experiencing an earthquake, mothers of daughters may find their lives shifted, their deep feelings unearthed, the balance struck in all relationships once again off kilter.

~Elizabeth Debold and Idelisse Malave



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