|Mom and Me, Christmas 2011|
Mom always told me, when I was old enough to figure out that I was in her belly at the time she married my dad, that they wanted to marry so badly but because they were so young their families wouldn't allow it. So I was a gift. A planned excuse for a wedding.
When I got old enough to know that this was probably just a story to ease a young girls insecurities, it was too late. I already believed that I was wanted. I already knew that I was loved. And at an age where most girls are often more interested in their reflections in the mirror, my mama was giving all of herself, all of her love, to her family. My mamma did love well. She still loves well. I thank God every day for her.