I have been married to my internet boyfriend for 12 years now. He irritates me like no one else can. He leaves dirty dishes everywhere, takes his socks off and leaves them in the middle of the floor (I see a pair right now), I try to arrange for a romantic evening out and he gormlessly says that finding someone to watch Lydia is too much trouble. He is the best husband I could have ever asked for. He's caring, emotionally stable and smart as a whip. He is a great father. His best trait is probably putting up with my craziness.
Our beautiful daughter is now 4. The premature arrival of our bundle of joy rocked our world. I'm still healing from the scars and for three years, I defined myself as a preemie parent. This year has been different. I feel like a parent, a mother, a wife but most of all, like me.
I know who I am and I like myself. I will make mistakes along the way, and I work to live my life with compassion and selflessness. I probably wouldn't have a blog if I didn't love my life so much! I want to teach my child to be humble, kind and compassionate. I want her to know who she is and where she comes from. I hope I can show her that no matter what stage of life she's in, she can redefine herself by being kind and true to herself and to others.