(This blog contains Explicit language)…….
This seems like a fantastic time to start at the beginning. I mean right at the beginning.
Many billions of years ago a big bang occurred in the gulf of space…. ok not that far back. Fast forward a bit. Just a bit. Five years ago, when, in my eyes, my journey to becoming a father began . (Don’t worry I am not going into them specifics… this is not that kind of blog). I had just gotten married. It was the most amazing and stressful day of my life. We got married in a cinema and had a movie themed reception with paparazzi, red carpet and movie themed tables. There was traditional cinema food like popcorn, nachos, hot dogs and Disney themed cocktails (not like I got to try a damn morsel of food or drink because I was busy being the hostess with the mostest). It was fucking difficult (my Godfather moving a chair we had spent ages attaching a balloon arch to and causing said balloon arch to become a beautiful ceiling decoration nearly made me cry) but the pay off was worth it.
The wedding was incredible but in the years before it we had dealt with two incredibly difficult miscarriages. They are both, without doubt, in my five hardest moments of my life. It hurt so bad and still does. (Heads up this one may be a tear jerker… enjoy?) We were worried we would never have children and that was uber hard because me and my ex wanted a family more then anything in the world. I have no clue how my ex stayed so strong during this time and handled the hurt so well. It is a true testament to her. I knew it killed her inside and whilst most people would give into that heartache she strived on somehow.
Our honeymoon was at Orlando. I think it is safe to say it was the best time of both of our lives. It had theme parks, movies, Disney, shopping, food and each other. What more could you want? Well a child of our own for starters. Yep, even in the most magical place in the world the desire for a baby was undeniably strong.
So we were at Magic Kingdom one night and after spending the day enjoying everything the park had to offer we decided to watch some fireworks. I should probably say fireworks at Disney slightly outdo my neighbours Gerald’s supermarket brought display. (Sorry Gerald but you just don’t have the budget to put on such a show). The show was aptly called ‘Wishes’. It was awe inspiring and worth the price of admission in itself. It was at the end, however, when a single white firework is shot across the castle and Jiminy Cricket asks you to “make a wish” that the real magic happened. Me and my ex both looked at each other, the reflection of bright fireworks in our eyes, and made our separate wishes. The wishes came true about two months later. We had made the exact same wish. We had conceived. Nine months later our son was born. To this day he is not a miracle of God or any other higher force but our Disney miracle. Sure, our marriage might of not lasted forever but our love for our Disney baby will. The story of my little princess though is a story for another time.
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