Years later, whenever someone asks me if I regret never getting married, I smile.
Because I didn’t lose thirteen years.
I gained two sons.
And on the wall of my little house by the ocean hangs that old kindergarten photograph.
Underneath it is a simple sentence Mason and Noah wrote together:
“You didn’t raise us because you had to. You raised us because you loved us. Now let us love you back.”
And every time I read it, I know I made the right choice.
Not the easy choice.
Not the choice everyone expected.
But the choice that changed three lives forever.
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