Fourteen

I finally broke down. Tonight. After I picked up my seed from his daddy's house. I cried & relied on Andrew to protect me. I spoke w/him about what I was feeling & why. I made him feel the passion that I have for his life. I expressed myself deeply so that he never questions my love for him. He listened. He sympathized. He felt me. He understood. He shared. He reassured me that my tears weren't lost in vain. He's six years old. A first grader.

God bless the lives affected from the shootings in Newtown, Conn., including my own.