It Feels Like Family

Somehow, growing up I always knew I'd end up being a single mother. I was always so shy and awkward, I just never saw things working out for me traditionally. Maybe it was me being pessimistic, or maybe it was me being realistic. There are a lot of single mothers out there. But unlike me, most of them don't start out immediately as single mothers. 

What I didn't see coming, was how quick and easy it would be to meet someone, and form a little family of our own. 

I love watching our girls play together and bond. I love watching them laugh and occasionally hug and kiss. I love watching them splash in the bath and play peek-a-boo under the high chair. 

I love having someone to give the girls a bath so I can clean up the supper mess. I love doing the dishes together while talking about anything. 

I love having a guy who poses for stupid pictures for me. I love that money is never a fight. I love that there never really is a fight, just a discussion. I love making plans and talking about future holidays and birthdays together. 

I love that the laundry piles grow three times as fast and the sinks are never free of dishes. I love that toys and sippy cups are always everywhere. Even though some mornings are too early and some nights too rough, it feels like family. I like the feeling.