One day you’re eighteen, spending all of your time with and pouring your heart out to a guy who will never truly love you back. Your heart hurts, but you pretend to like the pain.

The next thing you know you’re twenty-four and your husband lays his head on your lap, his hand placed on your pregnant belly as he talks to the baby saying, “I love you! You have the best Mama ever.”

And you start to wonder how you got so lucky; and how you ever put up with anything less before you met him.

– A.B.