urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:kellymacdonald kellymacdonald kellymacdonald 2008-04-27T06:44:26Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:kellymacdonald:982 2008-04-27T06:44:26Z 2008-04-27T06:44:26Z I'm supposed to have something written in here soon, so I'm going to start with the most obvious thing in the word and I'm going to be as vague as I can be about it, mostly because, as anyone that's been through it knows, it's one of the most difficult things to describe. A little over a month ago, nearly two months now, I guess, I had my very first child. It's such an important thing and it's the first thing I've experienced that had a deeply profound effect on my life. I daresay it's the first time I've truly felt passion. People think they know passion when they meet and fall into a life with someone they truly love, but creating a child trumps that, tenfold. And I'd scrap to the death with anyone that tried to claim otherwise. Fisticuffs!<br /><br />Don't worry, I wouldn't have believed any of that rubbish either, unless I'd been through it. And the man I made this miracle with is currently no more than a friend that I happen to be married to. If that makes me a harlot, then I'll gladly accept this brand as well as the brand of a slag with a bastard child. I'm sure Freddie will be proud of his status, bastard or non. Either way. With a mother as feisty as I am, and a father as talented as he is, the boy has no other choice but grow to be strong and pure. By our children (and by "our", I mean yours and mine) our futures will save the world. Somehow. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:kellymacdonald:661 2008-03-27T04:57:19Z 2008-03-27T04:57:19Z <div align="center">This journal is Friends only. </div>