Several people have admired the pewter tree on my mantle with it’s tiny “leaf” frames. Inside each frame is an adorable photo of an aunt, an uncle, the family dog, grandparents, siblings and parents. I honestly get compliments on it all the time. “What a great family! What a great frame! What a great idea!” I also have three frame ornaments on my tree, one holds a photo of baby’s first Christmas in 2004, baby’s first Halloween and baby’s first Christmas in 2011. Chubby little babies in costumes and holiday trimmings framed in Hallmark glory and hung on pine.

The only problem?

Not a single one of the photos is someone I’m actually related to.

Let alone a child I’ve birthed.

Continue reading my ridiculous confessions on babble…