when Kaleb turned one, I laid in bed with him and told him the story about the day he was born. I never did that when stormie turned one. Mostly because I was already riding a fine line of predending I was her real mother. I was pretending she was mine and was never leaving, when in fact she was.
This week will mark her one year anniversary of being forever mine. On that night I will lay in bed with her and tell her the story of the day the stork called to tell me a princess had been born in a big pink hospital at the top of the mountain. And How all the hearts in the world couldn't hold my love for her.