Just By Being You
Her life was not perfect. No it was close but not perfect. At the moment she had
everything she could ever ask for, a loving husband, twins she just gave birth
too a couple weeks prior (a boy and a girl), her mother who has been her
bestfriend through everything, and a wonderful career. But she also had a
debilitating disease. It wouldn't kill her, although she will never admit it but
sometimes the pain was so bad she wish it would, it just won't allow her to do
many things she wanted to do. Many days she spent her time in a rocking chair on
the porch with a light blanket and her Yale hoodie covering her small body. She
used to be a reporter. She used to travel around the world and report in depth
stories. She has been to Iraq, Singapore, Rome, Paris, and many other countries
writing history. Now she writes stories.
Looking out over the porch she sees her husband playing in the grass with her
two children who are now three weeks old. It kills her emotionally that she
cannot be out there. If she couldn't hold her babies and do little tasks she
wouldn't know what to do. With help from him she can do anything. He helps her
through the pain. She remembers when she first met the exotic Aussie. The one
who captured her heart in one fellow swoop. The one she now shares a beautiful
life with.
She wishes her mom was here. She wanted someone to talk to. Her mom has been
there for her through everything. She has been her best friend and strength. She
told her mom yesterday to go spend some time with her husband and her son, who
she has been neglecting. If something ever happened to her mom, her support
system, her best friend she wouldn't know what to do.
Looking at the life she has now she remembers when she first met him. The one.
Her loving and caring husband.
I know short but I wanted to first do an intro and don't worry this is not the
end. It will go more in depth. A lot more in depth I hope. This might be my huge
project. I took down a lot of my stories and this will be the only story I will
focus my time on for now. I have so many ideas and I will greatly accept any
feedback.
P.S
My musical muse is for the moment is Steel Magnolia and Alan Jackson's remember
when.
I also do not own GG or the songs that Abel me to write this story or any of my
stories. If I owned GG the story would likely be this way and not how it
actually is. :)
~ JTru16