Life is full of secrets, so it shouldn't be any shock that I had a few of my own. Being a single mother to three- technically four if you count my son's best friend- overly protective men made it hard to share the big news with them.
Christmas is supposed to be a happy time for family to come together and enjoy the festivities, so why did I feel like I was sitting on pins and needles?
I've never needed the approval of anyone before. Why was I suddenly so nervous? Maybe it was just nerves, or maybe it was the butterflies that made me feel alive again for the first time in forever.