That is a picture of my breakfast from Sunday morning. My favorite-eggs over easy. And yes, they are in the shape of a heart. Because I am really very lucky. I have been through a lot. 2 absent fathers for my sons, 1 man who was mentally, and physically abusive. Then I found my current. I went into it thinking that this would be fun and almost 4 years later we are truly a family. He is the only father my sons know. He took the responsibility of raising two young children when their own fathers were unwilling to. He took me on, with all my PTSD, all my crazy issues-legal, mental, and physical. He stood by my side when even I would have walked out on myself.
We have hard times. Everyone does. But we stick it out no matter how many times we both say we will part ways. He is a pain in my butt and I am a pain in his. But through it all, he is a wonderful and loving man. Someone that I never thought I would be blessed to have in my life. I always like to say that it’s the little things that count, and making my eggs into the shape of a heart is one of those little things. It meant so much to me. It was more precious a gift then a piece of jewelry.