Colt, my 2-year old, is a talker.
I’m also going to remember that I get a lot more from reading to my kids than just what’s written on the pages.
Carry me through this, Faith.
I fully recognize, time and again, that this is a choice.
I also know that if momma’s hair ain’t happy, SHE AIN’T HAPPY.
His little boy smell, the feel of his warm and slightly sticky self pressed against me, his blond hair flying into my eyes, my nose, covering my lips.
How long after my tiny son’s birth, did your own body bring forth a tender wailing child?
I love a man who I can see a future with, and he loves a woman who is part of a package deal he never imagined wanting.
Nobody told me how hard this would be. Or did they?
I did get the chance to say goodbye to my mom and spend time with her.