Y’all, I’m 28 years old…
This year, I will have a 13 year old…
28 – 13 = …
We can all do basic math…
I never talk about my teen pregnancy…
For the most part, I deliberately avoid the topic…
But for some reason, this year, going crazy thinking about ME having a 13 year old…
I’ve been reflecting a lot on where we started, how persistently hard I worked to give him everything in the world he would ever deserve…
I look back on how far we’ve come, all the travels and adventures we’ve experienced along the way…
Realizing how blessed I am for the endlessness of the one of a kind love I have for my first born son…
And knowing how absolutely, extremely, truly, incredibly amazing that kid is…
I, for the first time, thought about my teen pregnancy…
And was more proud of that than anything else I’ve ever done my entire life, or any other decision I’ve ever made…
Period.
I look at Isaiah…
And I couldn’t be more proud to be his Mom! 😍
You Are My Stars 