Do you believe in fairy tales?

Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom there lived a princess...........

When I was younger I had a plan.  I would be married at 24 and then the kids would come along 1, 2, 3....  I had even sketched out my wedding dress and named my babies : Devereaux, Dakota and Savannah... Haha!  I was going to have a wonderful marriage and a wonderful future, a far cry from my parents failed relationship and my life so far.  That was The Plan.....

Unfortunately, sometimes things don't always go to plan.  In fact, sometimes, nothing at all goes to plan!

And that's where I come in.....  I didn't even meet "the one" until I was 25, married just before my 27th birthday. (3 years behind shedule!)  He came with some serious baggage, don't we all?!  I can't remember that being a part of The Plan either.  Oh, and he came with a 9 year old daughter!

His life hadn't gone quite to plan either.  His "the one" had passed away from breast cancer at the very young age of 32 and he had been left with his 3 year old daughter to care for on his own.  I won't go into specifics here as that is his personal business and not for me to be blogging about but I wanted to mention it as in the next few blogs it may help you to understand how and why we are at the point we find ourselves in our life now.

Anyway, here we are 11 years together, 9 years married and only one live baby - well he's almost 6, but still my baby.  I should have ripped up The Plan when I was 14 years old!  Maybe then I wouldn't feel so disappointed with myself and always having this sense of letting myself and others down.

........... and they lived happily ever after ??