Twenty years ago, I met three little faces in a fast-food chain. My husband, who was then my boyfriend casually mentioned, βIβd like you to meet the kids.β Since lunch was just an hour, I gamely agreed. What could happen in just one hour, I thought to myself.
I swung open the glass doors of the restaurant and proceeded to the play area. I was quite sure I would find them there. I was right.
I saw the eldest boy who was 6, so handsome like his father with deep thinking eyes. He looked at me intently while clinging to his little, fast food toy.
One little girl was aged three, with a naughty glint in her eyes. This one was really pretty and charming. I noticed that her arms were locked around her fatherβs neck. I had a feeling she knew I was not just one of her dadβs acquaintances.
The youngest daughter was only a year old, with spaghetti sauce all over her face as the nanny fed her.
My single self smiled at them all.
From that day on, I bravely loved.
I get it. My husband married me when I had 3 adopted kids and 2 more on the way.
"From that day on, I bravely loved." - Absolutely beautiful β€οΈ