*Alex's P.O.V*

"Momma, I'm bored!"

I looked up from my book and saw my 7 year old daughter's pouty face looking at me, the look on her face practically begging for me to find her something to do. It was a Friday morning and at the moment it was just me and Emory home. Emory's school had "Family Friday's" every second Friday(though really how could that work out when only the kids got the day off and not the parent's as well?) and my wife had just left for work an hour or so earlier, leaving Emory and I with the whole day to spend with each other.

"Did Ms. Evans give you guys any homework to do?" I asked her. I knew homework would be the last thing she would want to do but it was the easiest suggestion I could give.

"Not really, just a book for home reading." She replied.

"Well how about you grab it and you can read to me?" I offered. Emory always loved reading to people and telling them stories she made up so she didn't hesitate to run and grab her book from her backpack. Since she was an extremely good reader, Emory was taking out bigger books from the library instead of the smaller ones most of the other kids took home for their home reading. After about twenty minutes Emory had finished reading her book to me and yet again she was bored.

"Well mommy asked if we could try and clean up the basement a bit today, want to help me with that?" I offered. Man, first offering homework then cleaning as a way to pass time, coolest mom of the year award or what?

"Cleaning's boring though." Emory groaned.

"But at least it's something to do." I pointed out.

"Come on, maybe we'll find some cool stuff while we're cleaning."

Giving in, Emory followed me down to the basement and we started pulling down some boxes and getting to work. Since the boxes were too heavy for Emory to lift I put the boxes in front of her and let her rip off the tape and open the boxes, then we'd both get to look through them. I have to say some of the stuff we found was pretty cool. I found a whole bunch of old stuff I had in my room from when I still lived with my parents (like my box of Justin's important stuff that I had taken from him never gave back even after both of us had moved out) and a box filled with all of Emory's clothes from when she was a baby, along with some of her toys too. I went to grab another box that was fairly high up when I heard something hit the floor, and Emory shriek in surprise as she jumped out of the way of whatever fell to the floor.

"That almost hit me!" Emory exclaimed.

"Sorry, baby." I apologized.

"I didn't see it there."

I looked down and examined the box. It was an old converse shoe box completely crammed full with old letters and pictures from a little over 10 years ago.

"Momma, who are all these from?" Emory asked, picking up the box and trying to put all the letters that fell out back in before handing me the box.

Honestly, I almost forgot about all those letters. It seemed like so long ago but at the same time I could remember it all as if it was yesterday. It brought me back to senior year of high school, when everything changed and a brunette with the most gorgeous brown eyes, an infectious laugh and even more infectious smile came into my life. It brought me back to the first day I saw her, with her auburn brown hair put into a ponytail and wearing her "The Cure" Band T-shirt under her red plaid button up shirt. From the second I met her she was absolutely captivating.

"Momma, are you okay?" Emory asked. Apparently I had been staring at the box for a bit too long.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied with a smile.

"Em, did I ever tell you the story of how I met mommy?" I asked. Like I knew she would, she shook her head no. I always wanted to tell her the story, but I figured it would be one that would have to wait until she was a bit older, when she could comprehend things a little better. But she was extremely smart for her age so I figured now would be just as good a time as any to tell her the story.

"Well, how about we take a little break and I tell you the story?"

"Okay!" Emory beamed, running up the stairs as fast as her little legs could carry her. I brought the box of letters and pictures with me and I headed into the living room where Emory was patiently waiting on the love seat, practically bouncing in her seat waiting for me to start the story.

"Can Luca listen to the story too?" Emory asked, refering to our Husy/Lab mix puppy we had gotten just a few weeks earlier.

"If you can get him to stay still and listen." I told her. Right away she went and brought Luca over onto the couch and eagerly waited for me to start.

"Okay, so it all started when I was 18….."

Hey Y'all. So Here's my second attempt at this. I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update but I really hope it'll be regularly. I hope this second attempt will be better than the last