I have wanted for so long to write our love story in book form and, despite blogging about it for so many years, I just couldn’t quite get it into a coherent beginning, middle, and end. Until now. Sort of. In a back and forth way.
Anthony and I eventually got married and, exactly nine months later, I gave birth to a tiny, screeching creature who we named Menzies (pronounced Mingus with a soft ‘g’). It was a very difficult 40-hour birth and Ming finally emerged at around 1am on January 5, 1994.
“It’s a boy!” Anthony yelled just before our bemused doctor handed him his little penis-blessed clone. A few minutes later Anthony said he need to go home as he was exhausted and he was milking the cows in the morning.
And then, after I was stitched up and all of that, I got to hold my tiny, swaddled, beautiful baby.
I wish the English language had a better word for joy because from that day forward, Anthony and I had that un-wordable, beyond-joy feeling for Ming. We would stare and stare at him while he slept in his crib; we were beyond doting parents, we were quite ridiculously proud of our accomplishment.
I have wanted for so long to write our love story in book form and, despite blogging about it for so many years, I just couldn’t quite get it into a coherent beginning, middle, and end. Until now. Sort of. In a back and forth way.
In looking back, I realise now that our love story always had a very solid middle, a centre, and that was Ming.
There were three of us.
jmgoyder 
Interlocked. Beautiful to behold.
chills
Where’s the next chapter??? LOL, Waiting!!!
The birth of a chhhild would bring unmeasureablr joy into lives
This brought tears to my eyes
Thankyou for sharing. Tears not far away