My son, my beautiful son,
You were born on November 29th 1981, wow how time flies by! Big brown eyes, crooked smile...I was 19 years old, thought I knew it all-I knew nothing! I met your dad at a concert, a Journey concert, he was gorgeous, tall, dark, and handsome. I went home with him - me wild and broken as my own childhood full of robbers in the night, (for another blog) I graduated from High School 3 months pregnant with you. Always trying to fix the hole in my heart in all the wrong ways, I now know it was survival. I loved you! That's what I want you to know, I carried you for nine months, I had no idea what I was in for or how much your life changes with a child. Your dad and I had a very stormy relationship neither of us ready for such a responsibility! We got married, we got jobs, we tried, we fought, we were selfish, we did not put you first. I see now that the children must come first! Your dad left for milk and cigarettes and did not come back, after a week a called my mom and asked for help.