Today was such a good day! I had so much fun with the kids today; they were both retty well behaved today. Andrew got his shots yesterday, and John has a little bit of an ear infection. All is well otherwise. Before dinner this evening we all went for a walk. It was so cute seeing Quin pick John up and put him on his shoulders! John deserves a dad like Quin. For a man who had no idea what parenting was about, he's such an amazing dad. I know sometimes it's hard for people to wrap their minds around, this whole relationship between Quin and I. For the first time in my life, though, I care less and less about what people think every day.
Quin and I met online in May of last year. I was about three months pregnant with Andrew at the time, just hanging out in a chatroom with "friends". We started playing chess, and the rest is history. We played for four hours that night, just talking and him kicking my butt at online chess haha. We talked every day after that, webcam chatted, where he "met" my oldest son. Though we weren't hanging out in person, we hung out every day. Having a relationship with someone 600 miles away is a great way to really get to know someone without all the physical stuff getting in the way. In August, he flew from Chicago to Kansas City, Missouri to see me. He had two days, and he flew 600 miles to see me! His first time on an airplane...it meant alot. I was hugely eight months pregnant, and he still picked me up off my feet at the airport in the biggest hug I've ever had. It was like those scenes in movies where the boyfriend is flying back home after a long time away. Passers by probably thought we were a couple who had been apart for a while; they had no idea this was our first face to face meeting.
We went to the zoo that day. He pushed the stroller with an 18 month old John in it. He talked to my son, held my hand, rubbed my belly. We both knew how right it felt. The next day we went to the farmers' market with my parents, who instantly liked Quin. Mom and Dad dragged John around in a red wagon while a pregnant me led Quin around my favorite place in the world, City Market in Kansas City, Missouri. We bought produce and listened to performers and had bbq. It was when we were walking through a jewelry store that it happened. The moment we both knew this was it, that we were meant to be together. Browsing around this little jewelry store, the owner, a large man with smiling eyes and a big beard, asked us if we were interested in anything. We told him we were just looking. He then noticed my big belly (I was HUGE!!!) and congratulated Quin on being a daddy. Quin smiled at me, then at the owner, put his hand on my belly and said, "Thank you." I nearly cried! That wasn't the last time that someone mistook him for my baby's father, either. And he seemed to enjoy it.
After that, we had a long discussion about everything that had happened and what we wanted for the future. Our original plan was to wait until the following August to make a move, either me to Chicago or him to Kansas City. After the weekend he spent with me, we decided we couldn't wait that long. We were so in love, and John instantly adored him. I was so hooked! But he had to go home, and that meant more time apart. I bawled my eyes out at the airport. His chin quivered and tears threatened to spill over the rims of his eyes. I am so glad that my amazing mother babysat John for me. I never want him to see me cry like that.
After he got home, we resumed our regular phone calls every night. My due date got closer and closer, and he stood by me through everything. I had been open and honest with him from the beginning, so he knew about my still being married to my childrens' father. Like a new father, and essentially he was, he awaited the arrival of Andrew with me. We spoke the morning I went in for my scheduled C-section, and after I was back in my room with my 8 lb 0.9 oz baby boy. He stayed up with us when Andrew had colic, when John had nightmares, and when I was lonely. And since we've moved here, he's been a disciplinarian, a buddy, a father to my children. He's my best friend and confidante. I'll never regret this as long as I live. Someday, my boys are going to graduate from high school, college, get married, and he's going to be there watching with me, cheering them on and watching proudly.
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