The Internet Is

16 Aug

The internet is






And then.

A friend of a friend, someone I have never met in person, sends me a beautiful vintage baby dress and a kind note about how she bought it for herself, but she was meant for a home of boys. And how it is in good hands with me. And I cry.

And then.

The woman I buy thrifted clothes from slips in baby stuff with every purchase and personal cards about how fun being a girl mom is.

And then.

A blog reader sends me a hand-crocheted baby hat and outfit, so perfect in color and design I couldn’t have imagined it better myself. She sticks in a note, “Thank you for your words.”


The internet is 




Helping me become a mother

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