Personal Narrative Analysis

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Ah the first of December how good it feels to be hearing Christmas music and beginning to decorate. This year I have even more to be joyous about. I have a wonderful husband, even if he is a pain sometimes (love you sweetie!) and a sweet baby boy. When I found out we were expecting there were so many emotions flowing through me. Would I be a good mother? How am I going to continue my education? What is this going to do to Austin and I's relationship? Even though there has been hardships I am thankful for them each and every day. Anyone and everyone who truly knows me, knows that Christmas is by far my favorite holiday. Let's be honest, Carter suffering through it was inevitable. However, I was so excited about this being his first Christmas

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