Disclaimer: These characters belong to S. Meyer; I just use them for my vivid imagination on the short bus.
All chapters are pre-written, so there are no edits done by a beta. All errors are my own.
I'm keeping things short and sweet, so thank you for all the kind words…
On we go…
-Leslie
February 12, 1997
Dear Abby Bean;
We're over halfway there sweet child. Each and every significant moment has been surreal; some of the happiest moments in mine and your father's life, truly.
With each movement you make, my heart constricts further. There is nothing greater in life than having your child grow, move, and strive in a mother's womb. I'm sure the whole process would be surreal, no matter what the circumstances, but knowing that two individuals, soul mates if you will, entered this journey together, makes it ten times special.
One day, when you've found the man who completes every crevice of your being, you'll understand just how special the journey is. Stay true to who you are deep down, never accepting anything less than perfection when it comes to your other half. Save yourself for the one person who makes your heart soar, recognizing the song that is embedded in your heart instantly.
Your father and I enjoyed the day at the doctor's office today. We listened to the soaring song of your heart echoing off the white walls of the tiny examination room. It was a blessing, having the opportunity once again to listen to the mixture of our hearts song beating so beautifully.
Today I want to share a story about the little things in life; the things that one's heart thrives on.
I remember as if yesterday, when your father and I decided to take a drive through the countryside. We had happened on a small county fair that day. The sun was beaming gently in the sky, little clouds smiling down upon us during that summer afternoon. I didn't even have to ask your father to pull over, as he was bouncing like a child in his seat from that first sign alerting us to the fair a few miles back.
That afternoon, early evening, we chased our childhood across that stretch of green grass for miles. Our eyes were wide as we beamed to one another, filling our stomachs to the brim with fair goodies. Cotton Candy, Popcorn, Candy Apples, Corn Dogs, Lemonade, and Funnel Cakes: you name it; we managed to devour each and every one.
Every ounce of that day would forever be etched on our hearts, along with our brains. True romance comes from the little things in life.
There, in those grassy miles, we awakened the child within us as we each enjoyed the day. Everything there had descended from our childhood memories. Children ran freely around the carnival enjoying all the rides and food; laughter the day's biggest enjoyment of all.
It was there, at that carnival, that we enjoyed the simple things in life, even if we were adults. Laughter, gentle touches, and soft kisses; those were what made our love more thrilling and alive.
By nightfall, we had enjoyed each and every ride offered along with every last one of the fair food sampled. The last ride of the night, your father held onto my waist as the wind whipped through my hair from the rotation of the carousel and the up and down movements of the colorful horse I sat atop of. Your father's face was filled with nothing but love as our eyes remained locked on one another. I do believe he had glistening eyes when I let loose another round of laughter on that ride, but I highly doubt he'll ever admit to it. He must hold on to his man card, as he liked to joke about.
So, sweet child, my words of wisdom this time around are: Forget the map, make your own path to your intended destination. Soak up every given moment of your life and live it to your fullest.
Love,
Momma
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