I never feel like I conquered the day and did everything I possibly should have, could have, would have.

There's something that just happens to you when you have a baby, and you look at their little eyes for the first time when you're holding them. They've been safe inside your belly for almost 10 months, and now they're in your arms. Intuition kicks in, where you will do anything for them and you have all the tools inside of you to take care of them.

I think people assume I'm perfect. I'm not. I make mistakes. I do things I regret. I'm stubborn.

The love you have for your child is so much greater than any challenge you'll face as a parent, and that's what helps you through.

The devil comes to bring a fate you couldn't imagine in your wildest dream.

Mom always tells me to celebrate everyone's uniqueness. I like the way that sounds.

Weird, but sometimes I feel more like my cartoon character than I do Lizzie because she's a little more edgy and snappy.