I wish I had a magic wand or something…
About three times a year I get myself into a right state over one particular thing. Sometimes there is a trigger, sometimes there isn’t; this time there was.
My wife and I started dating when my youngest was around 18 months old, meaning my eldest had just turned five, her kiddos were four and eight. From the moment I met her I knew we were soulmates, that she would be my forever and we would grow old and senile together. I believe it more than ever and there is nothing I would change about our life together.
Well. Maybe one thing.
A baby of our own. I would give anything to have that little dream come true, but it isn’t going to happen, for various reasons.
And it is so damn hard sometimes. I feel as if I missed out on experiencing something amazing with her, because we met when…
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