Time flies.

Mya turned five this week. It was five years ago we started a long, difficult journey. Five years ago I made the decision to quit school and rely (financially) on one man. And, for the past five years, I know, I did not make a mistake, when I made that decision.

(It's right before her birthday. =] The file wouldn't load. )

John has stayed by me for the most difficult and poorest times, and stayed to create our second little life. I believe he won't miss a single birthday.