Happy Mother's Day???
It should be a happy day. It should have been my day. It should have been my baby. Our baby. I can remember the day just like it was yesterday. It was raining, and fat drops rolled down the windshield. Sitting in your truck, quietly, the two of us, me unable to look you in the eye. You had guessed it first. Sensing what was coming. "I got you pregnant, didn't I?" The tears streamed down my face, chocking out the question, "what do you want me to do?"
I knew what I wanted. I knew desperately what I wanted. I had known since the moment I had suspected that his child was growing inside me. He was still fairly young, though. I, on the other hand, was getting older. He was still in college, I had already been through a marriage and divorce. Even given these differences, I had known quickly that I loved this man deeply. More then I thought I had loved the man I had made the mistake of marrying. This young man had opened my eyes to a whole new world. One with kindness, strength, happiness and