Hi! I'm Liz, otherwise known as Mommy.
I'm engaged to the love of my life, David, who I met in a way that I can only describe as fate stepping in. At the time I worked in a bookstore and he worked for a temp labor agency in the next town over. My company was renovating the cafe in the store and the contractor they were using, used the services of the temp agency David worked for. The day he got sent on the job at the store I worked for, he hadn't even gone in to the office looking for work. He stopped by there to use their restroom and the dispatcher, who happened to be a friend of his, asked if he'd like to work. Not being one to turn down work, he said yes.
I walked into work that day, frustrated because I was running late. A co-worker of mine asked me to find a feather duster for some guy I had never seen before the moment I walked in the door which just frustrated me more. I found it, handed it to him and turned to walk away. He accepted it graciously with a polite, "Thank you Ma'am." Which kind of pissed me off. I was far too young to be called Ma'am, was he blind?
Over the next few days, this mysterious construction worker and I had several more conversations, usually revolving around where he could find things or store things that they had taken down but needed to save for after the remodel. A couple times, he asked me to help him find things......certain books or a stuffed animal that he wanted to send to his Mom for Mother's Day. I came to realize that his calling me Ma'am wasn't meant to be anything other than respectful.....he was southern after all.
By the end of the week, we had even learned each other's names. Yes, it took a week before we knew each other's names. We went on our first date after work on that Friday and by Saturday, we knew we were meant to be together. We moved in together within a month and have been happy together ever since.
Less than a year later, our little man, Davis was born. He changed our lives but in the best possible way. I don't think either of us could imagine our lives without him anymore.
Davis is 2 now and things are getting harder everyday. David has been in prison since October of 2009 and will remain there until 2014 or 2015 which leaves me to raise Davis on my own for now.
Davis and I moved in with my aunt and uncle and their four kids. Things are a bit crazy around here with a toddler and the older kids (ages 11, 16, 18 and 20).
We're making the best of what could be a truly bad situation and taking things day by day.