Today seemed like a good idea to continue.
You can read Part 1 ---> here.
Part 2 ----> here.
Part 3 ---> here.
I fought James hard for a few months.
I know it seems, to him, like I fought forever.
Truthfully, it seemed that way to me as well.
It's hard to fight what is right, what is suppose to be.
It's also hard to let go of a broken heart and fear, but I did it and it was right.
We dated. We hung out at my house. We went out.
I met his parents. He met my friends.
We talked about God. We fell in love.
And then I was pregnant.
We were in shock. I freaked out. I cried. I shook. I went shopping.
James was by my side constantly.
Making sure I was okay. Comforting me.
Tell me I was going to be okay. Talking about marriage. Loving me.
I thought he was crazy, but we talked and talked about it.
I was scared of the unknown, of being a mom, of the unknown future.
I was scared of what people would think. Terrified actually.
But I was sure I loved him and wanted to be with him forever.
So, we told our parents and we got engaged.
To some, I'm sure we seemed crazy.
There wasn't support from everyone,
but there was the support from those who mattered.
We had each other and that was what was important...
along with the baby growing inside that would turn us into parents!
More, next week!