So, I have had this picture saved for a long time. I LOVE it so much. The words next to it fully capture how I feel about stretch marks. I have plenty of them. I love them. They are all I (physically) have left of Rowan & Levi. They were (for a long time) the only physical thing I had that let the world know I was indeed a momma. I LOVE my love marks.
(Here is what it says...)
"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 dreamed within me. It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may even think it ugly. That's OK. It was your home. It's where I first grew to love you, where I lay my hand as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be. It held you until my arms could, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it."