So today, I'm eight weeks pregnant. :)
So, instead of being negative, like I have been, I want to share a memory of him and I with you.
It was summer of 2010. I was 14. He was 15.
It wasn't romantic yet.
We'd known each other through family friends for about nine years.
Of course I thought he was adorable.
The walk from the lake house we were staying in was 1/4 of a mile through the woods from the beach
It was getting late. He wanted to go home. I went with him and the walk to the house was mostly uphill.
I tripped by accident. I fell on him.
We both laughed it off, neither attempting to stand.
And there, out of the blue, on the ground, in the middle of the woods, on a cold summer night...
He kissed me.