In light of the holiday, I would like to share with you our family story.
5 years ago, June 2005, I met a man at a wedding of mutual friends. This was not the first time I had met him, but this time was different. He took my breath away. I told the bride that I had to meet him and she said you already know him. That is Cody. So we talked that night and of course was together because we were both in the wedding party. He even drove me home to make sure I got there OK. I asked if we could see each other again and he came clean. He told me that he and another girl were having a baby together. It was not planned but they had been dating but had not really been involved because she would not return his calls. Now I knew some background information about him because like a normal girl I called my friend to get the scoop about him. He was in need of a friend and that is what I could be for him. I told him that we could just be friends if he wanted and he agreed, and I gave him my number.
July 2005- I got a call from Cody wanting to hang out and talk. We had a long talk about this girl who was having his baby. After talking for hours, he came to realize that maybe the other relationship was over. I did not want to put pressure on him so we did not talk for a few days. I got a call a few days later and the baby had been born and he was done with her. She did not treat him well the entire pregnancy and now wanted to change things to make it work. He said it was too late. I told him I would make or do anything official till he told her it was over face to face. And he did.
We have been together every since. It has been a rough 5 years together but I would not change it for the world. We have been through more than any other couple I know. We have experienced not being able to see Wyatt when the mother ran with him for 3 months, we have experienced almost losing him when she ran away with him and threatened to kill him and herself, we have dealt with abuse from her not only to us but to Wyatt, we have been to court more times that you can count on your two hands and yet we still have a very strong love that even the worst, nastiest, evil person could not break.
Wyatt is loved more at our house every day. When we had Hunter we did not divide the love we multiplied it. We meet his every need and love having him in our lives.
One day I hope to write a book for those fathers out there that give up because it is to hard. We are making a difference in that little boys life because we care, we are stable, and always there for him no matter what.
Our family is not perfect and it goes against the moral normal family, but to us- to have Wyatt in our lives is more than anything in the world.
It is our perfect life.
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