Talking…
Why doesn’t a boy tell me anything when I open up most of my life? A grandchild on the way? My heart stopped. If I’m honest, when I’d heard that you’d had your first child my heart stopped too. What is it? The “could have been” the “what if,” the “if only”….grabs ahold of my heart. There is a love he has not felt. You think you love a woman, then you look into your children’s eyes and think that that is the peak of love. That that has opened your heart in ways one thought wasn’t possible. That their heart could not expand any further. Then, you look down into the eyes of a grandchild and the love almost hurts. This child is part of you. The thought is mind blowing. When I looked into Lincoln’s eyes I felt as though he was THE missing piece in my heart. I loved him larger than the universe. ( keeping in mind that I never saw Des-mond as a new born AND I always knew that his mother would want to get rid of us so I had a wall up) I found my light when I looked in his eyes. I felt him...