The universe actually listens
I should have seen this coming. Should have known better.
I gave up trying to date. All the idiots that wandered into my life either ignored my daughter, didn't treat her like a person, or tried to get me to get a babysitter so we could go out and drink. I used to love to go drinking and dancing. But I grew up just enough to realize what was more important. My life can no longer be referred to in the singular. There's my baby girl. It's "we" now, and has been since the moment she was born.
Reading over the last post, I smile at how little time has passed and how all of my concerns seemed so meager. It'll always amaze me, till the day I die, that what you put out in the universe usually comes back to either smack you upside the head, or gift you with something spectacular.
I was actively trying to meet someone. Silly dating website and all. Fail after fail. Disappointment after disappointment. I was visiting the site with little to no faith I'd ever find anything worth a damn...it was the effort of "being out there" that counted, I suppose. I'd all but given up, about to delete my profile, when the most adorable face sent me a message.
And it all went crazy from there. We talked. We met. We fell in love. All in the span of a few weeks.
The girlie thinks he's the bee's knees. She calls him "dah dah" and everyone is just peachy about that. He loves her like his own. And I love him like I've known him my whole life. I hope this lasts. He's been the smile and the arms at the end of my long days, and the warmth and love I've needed to get through them.
Cheeseball me has surfaced again. It's so cute it's sickening.
I gave up trying to date. All the idiots that wandered into my life either ignored my daughter, didn't treat her like a person, or tried to get me to get a babysitter so we could go out and drink. I used to love to go drinking and dancing. But I grew up just enough to realize what was more important. My life can no longer be referred to in the singular. There's my baby girl. It's "we" now, and has been since the moment she was born.
Reading over the last post, I smile at how little time has passed and how all of my concerns seemed so meager. It'll always amaze me, till the day I die, that what you put out in the universe usually comes back to either smack you upside the head, or gift you with something spectacular.
I was actively trying to meet someone. Silly dating website and all. Fail after fail. Disappointment after disappointment. I was visiting the site with little to no faith I'd ever find anything worth a damn...it was the effort of "being out there" that counted, I suppose. I'd all but given up, about to delete my profile, when the most adorable face sent me a message.
And it all went crazy from there. We talked. We met. We fell in love. All in the span of a few weeks.
The girlie thinks he's the bee's knees. She calls him "dah dah" and everyone is just peachy about that. He loves her like his own. And I love him like I've known him my whole life. I hope this lasts. He's been the smile and the arms at the end of my long days, and the warmth and love I've needed to get through them.
Cheeseball me has surfaced again. It's so cute it's sickening.