The following entry was written by Holli of Baby Faith

Once upon a time there was a girl. Free spirited in nature and refusing to be tied down by responsiblity, she always marched to the beat of her own drum. While most of her friends leapt at the chance to marry right out of highschool or college, she knew this wasn't for her. She wanted to travel and have fun, she wanted to "sow her royal oats," so to speak.. which is exactly what she did. Some might say she had too much fun - and although she did make plenty of mistakes, she learned a lot about life.. and people too, for that matter.

However, the more she learned about life and people, the more fleeting and abstract a thing "love" seemed to be to the girl. Everytime she thought she could define it, it shifted just a little to the right.. or maybe a tad to the left - always eluding her grasp. As the girl grew older, so did her heart. It was broken a few times - and though it had been carefully pieced back together, you could still see the seams if you looked closely enough.

Eventually, the girl became frightened that her fragile heart could sustain no more damage.. lest one more blow shatter it into a million pieces. So she did the most practical thing she could think of - she built a wall around it. The wall was big and strong - and it did protect her heart, but it also kept out love. Eventually, the girl's heart began to wither.

Then a miracle happened. The girl was given the greatest gift of all in the form of a child. Although her pregnancy was not conventional by any means, her daughter was the most beautiful child.. filled with such joy and happiness. Day-by-day and brick-by-brick, motherhood completely tore down the wall around the girl's heart.

One night.. two years later - as the girl and her daughter were laying in bed.. drifting off to sleep, the little one turned to her mother and sweetly murmered, "I love you, mama." A tear of joy ran down the girl's cheek because now - now, she truly knew what love was.

I love you, Faith.