Love

I know a lot of people think I'm totally insane for making such serious decisions about love so quickly...here's what I have to say.

I know that I love Richard. Maybe it is fast but here's what I see... Richard is an extremely kind person. He came to fix my brakes, never having met me, simply because a friend asked him to. He never expected anything from me in return. Not only did he not expect to get paid but he even offered to buy the new brake pads! He came over the next day to jump start my truck, again knowing there was nothing in it for him. He was kind, shy, polite and yet...fun.

Having spend just about every waking minute with him since we met here's what else I know... He's an awesome dad. He loves his son and tries to make it to every game Steven plays. He's smart, his friends care a lot about him and are there in a minute when he needs them. He is the same way with them. He works hard and yet his job is not the most important thing in his life. He has a strong work ethic but still knows that his family is much more important than any job will ever be. He's honest and quiet and shy and he loves me. Of that I have no doubt. It's not that he tells me so...although he does quite often and it's so good to hear but more so it's in the things he does for and with me. I love how he steals glances when I'm singing in the car and smiles at me! I love how he pays attention to what I like and then does it for me. I love how he appreciates everything I do and never forgets to tell me so. I love how he's such a gentleman and how he treats me like such a lady, even when I'm as grubby as can be! I love the way he talks to my kids and yes, even the way he treats my dog!

I know that I don't know everything about him but I do know that I sincerely look forward to each new day with him and to learning more and more as each year passes.

So for those of you who think I maybe insane all I can say is this: To each his own. Love is what it is... and this... Me and Richard... this is what love is!

Time for catch up!

I can't believe I haven't blogged for so long. So much happens everyday but for some reason it never seems like something anyone would want to read about. I guess I still haven't got this whole "I'm blogging for my benefit" thing down.

So my baby girl turned 17 last Sunday. I'm handling it well. I'm really enjoying the woman she is becoming. I always dreamed what she would be like as a grown woman and I am trying to accept that my dreams for her and not what she wants for herself. It's difficult. I know she could do so much more but ultimately as long as she's happy I need to be happy for her. It's quite a struggle.

I remember the very moment I held her for the first time. My first thought was "This is my child, my responsibility. I need to protect her." I've enjoyed that role. I love protecting my kids. Letting them grow up and fight their own battles has been one of my biggest challenges but I see now that she is ready. She is strong, smart, sensitive. She's ready to take the next step. There's going to be obstacles and she knows that but she's ready. I can't put into words the pride and love I feel when I look at her.

On her birthday (or shortly after) she asked me if I had ever blogged about the day she was born. When I told her I have not she asked that I do that. So for you my lovely child...This is how you came into the world!

June 6, 1992...
I'm at my mother's house as the doctor does not want me to be home alone while dad is working. It's been a long pregnancy with a few scary moments. I started to go into labor at 6 months and had to be put on medication to stop the labor and complete bed rest. Now it seems I'm getting close to the big day and it's best not to be alone for too long. Dad has to work so he takes me to Nana's house. Nana and Auntie Wendy are at a wedding but will be home soon. I lay down on Nana's bed and try to rest. I'm not feeling quite right. I'm not sick, I'm not in pain, I can't understand what I'm feeling but it's just not quite right. I feel my stomach getting really tight every once in awhile. I know from before that these are contractions but for some reason my mind isn't making that connection. I can't understand what it is. It's not painful but just different! So when Nana gets home I try to explain it to her and she wants me to call the Dr. I call and he tells me to go to the hospital just for a check up. I try to reach Dad (this is before the time of cell phones) but I have to leave a message. When we get to the hospital I am checked and find that I have dilated only 2cm! The initial thought is that I will be sent home as labor progresses naturally. They ask me to walk around a bit to see if that makes it progress faster. When they put me back on the bed and try to listen to your heartbeat they are unable to find it. The Dr. is called and he orders an ultrasound to make sure everything is okay. Your dad has arrived by now and we are excited to see you on the screen in front of us! Everything looks good and there is no explanation as to why they were not able to get a heartbeat from you so they ask me to get up and walk again. When I get back in bed they are once again unable to find your heartbeat. I don't remember being scared. I think I was just so excited to see you that I didn't really understand how serious things were. The Dr is called again and he decides to come in himself. When he arrives he explains that he can't understand why they are losing the heartbeat every time I move so he wants me to stay put. If I don't dilate in an hour I will be sent home but with strict orders for total bed rest. It happens that I dilate but only 1/2cm. That's enough for the Dr. He feels with all that is happening I should stay in the hospital overnight and labor is to be enduced at 8am if it has not come naturally by then. Now I'm scared to death! I'm not sure what is going on. It's 3 weeks before my due date. I think I really expected to be sent home, being reassured that you were fine and that you would be arriving soon but not quite yet. I'm crying, partly because I have no idea what to expect from labor and partly because I'm scared that something is wrong. I feel like I've done something wrong. My first test as a mother and I've failed! I can't even manage to be pregnant correctly, how am I ever going to be a mother? I'm given some medicine to help me relax and sleep and Dad is right there telling me it's all going to be okay. I honestly don't know for sure but I think he stayed the whole night in the chair next to my bed!

I will start with the morning of June 7 on my next post... stay tuned sweetheart!