My stretch marks are not many or deep, but I love them. I really do. I love the way they feel, I think they look interesting – full of meaning and character, and I love being reminded that my many, long prayers for a child were answered by God in such an amazing way. I love my daughter and I love every mark that she has left on my life. I look forward to being stretched in new ways as I continue to grow as a mother and as a woman.