The first time I watched the movie Raising Arizona, I couldn’t believe how stupid it was.  But, in its defense, I didn’t really watch it.  I busied myself with other things, catching snippets here and there while my husband sat in his chair giggling his little butt off at, in my opinion, bad actors.

At a later date, I watched a little more of it, and then a little more, until finally I’d seen the entire movie and understood it.

In case you’ve never seen Raising Arizona, it’s about a couple (one outlaw, one law enforcement officer) who can’t have any children so they decide to kidnap one from a rich man and his wife who recently had quintuplets.  They figured that was too many babies for one couple and they probably wouldn’t even miss one anyway.

Here’s a little clip from the movie.  This scene takes place right after they have abducted Nathan Jr. and have him in the car.

I so get this.  I so get her.   That woman is me in a nutshell.  And J-Dub too.

We are utterly, completely head over feet in love with our new baby.  To the point of tears.  Add to that, my hormones which are up, down, east, and west and I can break down at any moment.

I have so many emotions.  Indescribable emotions.  From overwhelming love that I never knew existed…..

to guilt and remorse over the circumstances surrounding her birth……

to worry that every breath she takes is normal…….

to exhaustion from the past 11 days……..

to determination to give her the absolute best in life……..

to contentment when I feel her soft cheek next to mine…..

And to think, I am not alone.  Every mother in the world has felt these same feelings.

What an honor to be a mom.