This is beautiful

I stole this from another mommy's blog but I nearly cried when I read it and had to share:

Great poem about stretchmarks

A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn.
One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes
and slept in the most perfect darkness.
One for every time you had the hiccups.
One for every dream you ever dreamed within me.

It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may even think it's ugly.
That's okay. It was your home. It's where I first grew to love you,
where I laid my hand as I dreamt about who you were and who you would be.
It held you until my arms could, and for that,
I will always find it beautiful.

-anonymous