So
today, I'm eight weeks pregnant. :)
So, instead of being negative, like I have been, I want to share
a memory of him and I with you.
It was summer of 2010. I was 14. He was 15.
It wasn't romantic
yet.
We'd known each other through family friends for about nine
years.
Of course I thought he was adorable.
The walk from the lake house we were staying in was 1/4 of a mile
through the woods from the beach
It was getting late. He wanted to go home. I went
with him
and the walk to the
house was mostly uphill.
I tripped by accident. I fell on him.
We both laughed it off, neither attempting to stand.
And there, out of the blue, on the ground, in the middle of the
woods, on a cold summer night...
He kissed me.
When my
cousin
was
younger
she came
from
school
one day
and
demanded
that
I take
her to
the libary
so she
can get
books
on sign
lanuage.
I asked
why?
She told
me that
there
was a
new
kid
at school
who was
deaf,
and she
wanted
tobefriend
him.
Today
I stood
beside
her at
their
wedding
watching
her
sign.
“I do”