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Created on: November 05, 2008
Scared.
Scared I can't do this.
Scared I am not the right person for this part.
I'm scared.
Worried.
Worried something will go wrong.
Worried I'll be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I'm worried.
Anxious.
Anxious to have you be here.
Anxious to see what color of eyes you'll have.
I'm anxious.
Loved.
Loved by a man who stuck around.
Loved by a little boy who has become the best part of me.
I'm loved.
Mother.
Mother to a beautiful baby boy.
Mother to Jace Daniel.
I'm a mother.
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