If someone told me when I was 25, that I would be 32(very very close to 33), sitting in Outlook with my 5 3/4 month old baby while my husband started building the bins we would finish together in June. I would have told them they were crazy. I may have told them I wasn't having any children..... I may have even told them I was never getting married. But to think, here I am, in a motel suite, looking after my daughter, thinking about my wonderful husband......and realizing how lucky I am, Blessed even.. to have such a beautiful daughter and a loving(though smart arsed)husband that I love to bits. I mean... I could just as easily had some other life. I really almost never did meet my James... He was another long distance relationship... that I never wanted to do again. But we met as friends... well.. one look at him and friends only, was done with. Dumped the sorry ass SOB I was sorta seeing at the time... and the rest is history. Here I sit, plans of more babies. Bins to build. A house to build and make a home(at some near point I hope, but time will tell). Things are good. And yes.. I may spend my very first mothers day(this Sunday) in a motel looking after my girl and my man... but what would be better?