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Today in the midst of wiping congealed baby cereal off Liam’s cheek and into his mouth, while Vicente danced around with his Iron Man to ‘Big Me’ by the Foo Fighters, a realization hit me so strikingly hard. My dreams have come true. And when I say my dreams have come true, I don’t mean that in the ephemeral sense, I mean utterly, totally, completely, in every respect.
While looking at my boys I comprehended that all those desperate prayers to God, and doodles on lined paper had been realized. I had married Victor. I was his wife, we had our children. The only boy I have ever truly loved was now mine, I’m sure my 13 year old self would give me a high five if she could.
Now you might think this would have been obvious to me years ago, and it was - but today while looking into Liam’s eyes the clarity of it was undeniable. I cannot understate the raw emotion that took me over.
During trying times in our relationship I would often pray to God, a frantic, bittersweet, heartbroken prayer in the privacy of my bedroom and my heart, “Please God, I can handle anything, but don’t ever let me loose Victor.”
Thank you God for this beautiful, wonderful life.
While looking at my boys I comprehended that all those desperate prayers to God, and doodles on lined paper had been realized. I had married Victor. I was his wife, we had our children. The only boy I have ever truly loved was now mine, I’m sure my 13 year old self would give me a high five if she could.
Now you might think this would have been obvious to me years ago, and it was - but today while looking into Liam’s eyes the clarity of it was undeniable. I cannot understate the raw emotion that took me over.
During trying times in our relationship I would often pray to God, a frantic, bittersweet, heartbroken prayer in the privacy of my bedroom and my heart, “Please God, I can handle anything, but don’t ever let me loose Victor.”
Thank you God for this beautiful, wonderful life.