I really want to love and be loved.
There are all kinds of quotes with Michael’s actual name in them – clear back from fifth grade when I wrote about the two cute boys in my class and one of them was him. Oh the drama as I pined for that boy from that moment on. We went on our first date Valentine’s Day 1996, and we were married August of 1997, the hottest day this side of a sauna, I’m told. To me, it was perfect.
October 5, 1998
I want to have a baby.
It took me a while to come to this one. Growing up all I really cared about was getting married and being a mom. But once I got married, I found that I wasn’t in a very big hurry for motherhood after all. I finally started hoping for it about one year before it happened. John Michael was born October 17, 1999, the happiest day of my life to that point, and Andrew joined us June 13, 2001. Being the mother of two very young boys was crazy and trying and some days lonely. Being the mother of them? Awesome.
April 3, 1999
Our new dream is for me to work at home.
Check. I’ve never made much, but I make a little, and I do it without paying childcare. I really love that moment after dropping John and Drew off at school when I get to pull right back into my own driveway. Third to being married and being a mom, I wanted a home that I love. The house has flaws, but the home is wonderful.
Things went a little dark in June of 2005, as most of you know. I was pregnant but diagnosed with a rare, aggressive tumor. And then I wished for this.
July 21, 2005
I don’t want this. I want to live. And I want this baby. I want to live to see all my babies grow up. Please let that be my story. I promise to be grateful.
My cancer was removed before it spread. And the baby I was so scared for that day is strolling around my writing space with Captain Jack Sparrow’s spy glass in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other. He also just stole a sip of my Diet Coke.
I’m pretty grateful.