“I would never hand one of my kids off to a complete stranger. But you weren’t a stranger. Despite never knowing you. Despite your broken English and my zero ability to speak Spanish. For over half an hour, I watched as you sang to him, snuggled him, and loved on him. As I watched your son, my heart soared as I saw my future. And I know as you looked into the almond eyes of my boys, you saw your past.”
“I said, ‘This isn’t happening. This is a false alarm.’ I had a tough decision to make. Do I go with our soon-to-be daughter, or do I stay with our expectant mom? She reassured me, ‘You are supposed to be with your baby.’ These types of mothers are part of the miracle.”
“I awoke 2 hours later to my cell phone ringing. I had missed several calls from my husband. I picked up the phone, breathing heavily, and my husband was immediately alarmed. He asked me if he should call an ambulance, and I said no, hung up, and went back to sleep. The next thing I knew, he was home and stuffing me into the car.”
“There she is, taking up too much space with her laughter, her curves, her honesty, her sexuality. Oh, that too much woman, with her belly laughs and fiery passion. The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of the room.”
“My head was feeling all over this morning. I just really wasn’t feeling myself and was being consumed by negativity. ‘Yes, Mommy needs to calm down. Let’s get coffee, baby.’ I made an example out of myself to her.”
“I’m talking to the girls who stand alone, the ones who float from circle to circle. The ones who may just have one best friend or a couple of acquaintances. You, my dear, are not broken. You dance to the beat of your own drum.”
“‘Girl, run the other way!’ My husband told me a story tonight about a couple who’d been together many years and decided to divorce. ‘They still loved each other, but have become different people.’ They were together for 22 years. This made me so so sad.”
“I was always able to easily satisfy people’s curiosity about our beautifully mismatched family. Until now.”
“At 13, I began to let boys put their hands on my sacred spaces, but my permission still didn’t gain their respect. I was just a goal conquered as he walked past the football team. I saw the smirks and yet I continued to endure the degrading behavior. Sex is so much more sacred than mankind has treated it.”
“Before I met Luke, after my second failed long-term relationship, I was at rock bottom. ‘Kel…your picker is broken,’ my therapist told me. It stuck with me, ringing in my head. I never would’ve found him if I hadn’t first found myself.”
