It'd Better Not Happen Again

He didn't understand what he had done to her, but he would by the time she was finished. He sat on the sofa as she paced back and forth ranting to him. She was going on and on about responsibilities and taking things seriously. In his head he ran though all the possible things he could've done. Did he forget to take the trash out? No, this was bigger than that. He watched her pacing, ranting and complaining, and he wondered if she would just tell him what was wrong. No such luck. She just kept scolding. Trying to piece it together for himself he glanced around their small apartment. Suddenly he understood. He stood up and crossed the room, placing his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.
"I'm so sorry I left the milk out again. I forgot."
She smiled a little, "It better not happen again."
"I'll try my best."

I Promise

"A boy needs his father!" I practically screamed into the phone. I glanced down at my sweet angelic baby, he has no idea how cruel the world truly is.
I had finally gotten up the courage to tell his father about him. I met him last summer. It was just a fling, I never thought anything would happen, I should've been more careful. It's been two months since my little angel was born. That makes a total of eight months I've put off telling his father, and he wasn't taking it very well.
"This is not my responsibility! You can't just tell me I have a son and expect me to just jump in and fawn over him!"
"And why not? You did this! He is partly your responsibility!" I was just about ready to scream.
"I'm not just going to drop everything to take care of a baby that you can't even prove is mine!"
"You know what? I don't need your help! This is more of a courtesy call. You know, 'you have a baby, maybe you want to grow up!' But I don't need your help, I can take care of him by myself!" I hung up my phone and threw it on my bed. I looked down at my baby boy, tears welling up in my eyes. Scooping up my child I held him close against my chest and burst into tears.
I curled up in my bed, holding, my sweet baby, "I'll take care of you," I whispered to him, playing with his little fingers, "I promise."

Fairy Photo Shoot

I felt like a fairy today in my Easter dress so I decided to do a little mini photo shoot in my woods. I only got five pictures because my camera died.

My Life

I'm running around with some friends holding a red balloon. I'm sitting on the playground swings, smiling and laughing, swinging back and forth. I'm walking down the school hallways whispering with my friends. I'm sitting in the cafeteria watching a certain good looking boy from across the room. I'm being asked to the school dance, then freaking out when the day arrives. I'm freaking out afterwards with my best friends. I'm getting excited just before my first date. I'm calling all my besties as soon as I get home. I'm crying when he pops the question. I'm planning my wedding, losing lots of sleep. I'm crying at the alter, then dancing my heart out at the reception. We're tying up loose ends that come with getting married. I'm surprising my husband to tell him I'm pregnant. I'm dealing with the ups and downs of a pregnancy. I'm holding my precious baby girl only twelve hours after going into labor. I'm losing more sleep every night trying to get the baby to go to sleep.
I'm watching my little girl grow up before my very eyes. I'm having cookies and milk with her as she tells me all about her new crush. I'm jumping up and down with her when she comes home and tells me her crush asked her to the dance . I'm watching her drive off on her first date. I'm jumping up and down again when she shows me her ring. I'm crying as my baby girl stands at the alter. I'm running around helping her when she's eight months pregnant and can barely move. My hand is being crushed as my baby girl goes into labor. I'm holding my granddaughter for the first time. I'm chasing her around making sure she doesn't get into trouble. I'm watching her get older and achieve amazing things.
And here I am now, standing here by you. Tears streaming down my face. I spent my life with you, I loved you, I laughed with you, I got through the trials of life with you. And now your gone, I'm standing here by your grave holding my daughter and granddaughter. Tears streaming down our faces. I'll miss you my love, I'm struggling by trying to live without you. Then finally it being all too much for me, I lie down and take my final breath. I open my eyes, I'm standing in a field. I turn and see you standing behind me. I start to run to you, we hug, we kiss. I'm happy to be with you again.

Don't Leave Me

As he climbed into his truck and started it I yelled at him "fine! I don't want to see you again anyways!"

As I turned around and started back to the house I heard the car door slam. Suddenly I felt a strong hand on my waist spinning me around. He had one hand on my hip and the other on my cheek as he leaned in and kissed me. It was strong and powerful and made everything else seem insignificant. When he pulled away he looked me in the eye, "still feel the same way?"

As I looked at that lopsided smirk, as I stared into his deep brown eyes, I thought about all that had happened between us. I thought about how he had jeopardized my mission, and almost gotten me killed. But how could you resist such a face? Without even thinking I kissed him again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. When I pulled him close I leaned my forehead on his and whispered "please stay." 

He put his hand on my cheek and looked me in the eye, "I'll never leave again."

What Christmas Means to Me

Seeing family and old friends. Building up excitement and anticipation. Having good food and even better desserts. That's what Christmas means to me. Having parties on Christmas Eve, and not being able to sleep that night. Waking up early, then waiting for everyone else to do the same. Having even more good food. That's what Christmas is to me. Opening presents and giving gifts. seeing the joy and appreciation on someone's face when you give them  homemade gift. That's what Christmas means to me, and so much more.

Worth the Risk

Seeing a clear path I started to run. Running the wind in my face. I spot the treasure, I run harder, I grab it. I turn to return to my safe place. Suddenly and enemy soldier is blocking my way. I turn and run the other direction, that's when I saw them. There were four or five enemies charging towards me, protecting their treasure. I knew there was no way out of this, nowhere to turn. That's when one soldier grabbed my arm and brought me to prison. I may not have reached my goal, but it was worth the risk.