And the little boy was answered...

Once upon a time a brown eyed  baby was born in an Army hospital in Kentucky. Shortly thereafter she moved to Florida. She lived there until she was twelve years old. She spent summers at Grandpa and Grandma's house in Georgia. They lived on a dirt road and went to a small Baptist church. Back in Florida she watched her dad build dragsters and paint flames onto hot rods.

She wanted run a service station and pump all the gas.

Then her dad, wanting to take his family to a safer place, moved the family to Georgia. She lived next door to Grandpa and Grandma when dad was through with their house. She had left everything she knew and that was all she wanted. Yes, the mountains are beautiful, but the beach and salt wind were her stomping grounds. She worked hard in school. She worked hard on everything she took part in.

She loved Biology. So she decided to become a doctor and live on the beach.

And then she met a young man with green eyes and calloused hands. He supported her and loved. He took her seriously. He loved her and she loved him, and his crazy family, in return. In this, she gave up her dream of living by the beach; falling asleep to the sound of the waves. She fell in love with a mountain man. It was cold December day and it was the evening of the 20th that they promised to love each other until they died.

She was in college learning how to become a teacher.

But she wanted to quite. She wanted to get a job at the bakery she drove past everyday. She wanted to have a baby. He didn't want her to quite and he wouldn't let her. He wanted a family too, but he knew it would come in due time. She didn't quite. And didn't have a baby, either.

And then she graduated and a year later fell in love with a swaddled-pacifier-sucking Christmas present.

She began teaching and taking her babe to the sweet little lady babysitter. Doesn't sound to hard, right? Three years later, right before the firecrackers started in July God gave her own firecracker right on the due date. She didn't want to leave another baby. She wanted to be with her babies. And her green-eyed hero granted her her wishes.

A little boy once asked a small girl what she wanted to be when she grew up.
The small girl answered, "Well, I want to be a nurse, a cook, a race car driver, a teacher, a hostess."
"There is no way you can do all that stuff!" was the little boy's response.
"A mommy is all of those things," is all the small girl had to reply to suffice the little boy. 

My Mommy is all of those things and more, and my Daddy knows it. My Daddy loves her and she loves him.

I love you, Mommy and Daddy!
Love,
Leah-Joy.