The other night, while kissing my children good night, I felt the need to whisper something for each of them to remember. To each of my sons, I said, "When you are big and strong and become a man, I hope you find the one who makes you truly happy and don't let go. Love 'em with all your heart and let them know they are loved." To my daughter, I said, "When you are all grown up and are a strong, beautiful woman, I hope you find the one who makes you truly happy and don't let go. Love them with your whole heart and don't hold back."
Of course, Jacob (my quiet one), knows something is up with mom and asks me what the matter was. As always, I said it was nothing and not to worry about it. I just wanted them to know that "happily ever after" does exist if you give it a chance.
My kids know that I won't ever get married again. My daughter realizes that she won't ever have a little sister or brother. My sons know they are the men in my life. Although I cannot figure it out, somehow I missed the opportunity for my happily ever after. Unless, my tale is still unfinished and I am not through "kissing toads". Just the thought of enduring more of that makes my heart cringe.