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With his chin on my thigh and a devastating grin just for me, he tells me, “I’m so lucky you’re my Emmett,” and I hope to God that if there’s only one thing in this world I can do right other than loving Cara, it’s loving Abel. I scoop him into my arms, hugging him tight. “I’m so lucky you’re my Abel.”
‘High-maintenance’ is just a label people with too many opinions use to describe women who know their worth and refuse to accept anything less.
Hearts are big, so we can feel anything we want to feel.”
There’s no doubt that this period of our lives has been the most challenging, even more so for her. But Cara is still herself. The woman I fell in love with. My best friend. She’s changed, transformed, but it’s a privilege to know every version of her—to love them.
“I wished for you. When I wished on the stars tonight, I wished for you. Good night, Mommy. Goodnight, Daddy. I love you.”
Trying so hard to not burst into tears rn
But maybe most important of all? I’ve learned that the most important person in the world to convince of my worth … it’s me. All the love in the world will never make up for the love I need most: my own.
“I’ve got you,” he promises on a gentle whisper. “I’ve always got you, Cara, and you’ve always got me. Whatever way this ends, we’ll get through it. Together, firefly.” I nod, tears dripping down my cheeks. “Together.”
“I’d like you to be Abel’s parents. Officially, and permanently.”
Oh im sobbing
“If you make a mess, I will help you to clean it up, ’kay? ’Cause we is family, and family helps.”
“Are we going home now, Mommy?” “We’re going home, Abel.”
It feels like loving myself enough to choose healing.
“I love you,” I tell her, pressing my lips to hers. “I’m so lucky you’re my best friend,” she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair. “And I’m so lucky you’re mine.”
