All I ever wanted was my family – that cellular group that defined my role in life. I wanted the husband, the children and the ridiculous English Springer Spaniel that jumped in the tub with the kids after dinner. We would laugh while bubbles filled the air and my husband wrapped me up in his arms. Oddly enough, I pictured this happening in a house somewhere in the Northeast with a Lexus in the driveway.
My idea of family was based on a scripted commercial and it smacked of Kay Jewelers and a luxury car brand.
I never thought the angelic being that finally came to me would look up at me with saucer-like blue eyes and ask, at three years old, if I liked her dad.
It was one question that sat atop a lot of other questions and worries that make my chest tight as she awaits my response:
Do you love my dad?
You and daddy keep getting new houses. I’m scared you are both going to get a new house and leave me in one of the old ones.