That is really what all of this is about. The Love of The Boy.
Seven plus years is a long time to spend not knowing what you want in life. Not knowing how to deal with life. It is a long time to love someone, knowing that you are not what they need you to be.
There is no doubt in my mind that I love Marianne, she is everything anyone could ever want in a friend, wife and mother. It is of no fault of her's that this situation has come to be. She gave me a beautiful little boy, someone who I cannot think about without wondering how I got so lucky. He is me. My little man, my buddy.
I can't look back at my past and want it to be any different. I can't say I would not want to take the path that I did, because that would be a life without Noah. I don't ever want that life.
Marianne and I will be fine, and we want to ensure that Noah will have the greatest life possible. We want him to know that he has a loving family, despite any issues or complication that are a part of that. We need him to know that he is loved. That everything is OK. That his parents will always be there for him.
This is a new page in both of our lives. We still love one another and that will never change.
