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October 23, 2002
When I made the decision to move to Mom’s Today, I did it so I would feel more comfortable talking more about my fabulous little Maxwell. I haven’t, until now, really done this because I have no idea where to start. Starting now, two years after welcoming him into our family seems wrong. So I guess I will follow the old saying – The best place to start is at the beginning.
The beginning –
As I pulled up to my new high school, the first thing that I noticed was the large sign on the grass. Apparently this new school that my parents had forced me to attend was not that of a high school but rather a "Collegiate Institute". Strike Number 1. I became increasing happy that my class load consisted of only two classes this semester and hoped that this would decrease the amount of interaction that I would have the millions of new faces that flashed by as I walked through the unfamiliar halls. I found my way to room 305 and walked through cautiously. I found a seat near the back and awaited the arrival of my new classmates. The first to arrive was a short, blonde girl decked out from head to toe in the school colors and who looked way to happy to be there. Strike Number 2. Then I saw him. He walked through the door to the classroom wearing green jeans, not normally a turn on, but oh my gosh! I looked down so that our eyes wouldn’t meet and when I looked back up he was sitting right beside me. Suddenly this place didn’t seem so bad.
3 Years Later...
I remember thinking that Mike was mad at me for some reason as we zipped down the highway on his motorcycle. He had planned a day at the Provincial Park about an hour away. I had warned him before we left of the chance of rain, but he was dead set on the outing. Just as we approached the gates to park the heavens opened up. He was surprisingly angry as we quickly turned around and headed home away from the rain. The rest of the day he wasn’t himself and I found that I would have preferred to spend the day apart. Later that evening at my apartment we stood in the kitchen. I decided to give him his birthday present a few minutes before midnight in a last ditch attempt to cheer him up, which it seemed to do. He announced that he had something for me too. I told him to hold on a moment while I went "pee". I walked down the hallway and reached for the door handle to close the door only to find him following me. I wasn’t sure what to say. Did I have to tell him that I wanted some privacy? Then at that very moment he knelt before me on a worn-out, pink bathmat and asked me to be his wife.
10 Months Later...
My dad’s arm shook as we stood at the alter in front of Mike. I felt calm and ready. Mike’s eyes were glossy and I could feel the love of our family and friends who were seated behind me. My future Father-in-Law spoke through his tears as he united us. After repeating our vows to one another our lips met and we headed out into the world as one. I did it. That is all I could think. I found the man that I would spend every second of the rest of my life with. The one who would offer a shoulder to cry on and a hand to help me up. The one who would cheer me on and make me smile. I had never been happier.
10 Months Later...
I had no idea how I was going to tell him. I was on the pill! We hadn’t even discussed a time frame yet. I mean, we both wanted children, but now? So soon? Suddenly I heard the door to the apartment open and close. He was here. My heart pounded with half excitement and half fear. I started off with small talk. “How was your day?” And then out of nowhere I asked him how he would feel about being a daddy. I am not sure who was more surprised, him or I. Without hesitation he walked over and gave me a huge hug. The fear was gone, and all that was left was an overwhelming excitement.
3 Months Later...
A Girl. Perfect. Is there anything sweeter? Everyone was thrilled. I couldn’t believe how many wonderful, pink little dresses there were! Finally it was all becoming a little more real. I was going to be a mother. We were going to be a family. I remember feeling that this "pregnancy thing" was a piece of cake. I loved the maternity clothes, that I was already filling out. I loved that everyone else knew that there was a little life growing inside of me. I loved everything about this time.
2 ½ Months Later...
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