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.
