In November of 2016 I lost my husband of 7 years to sudden heart failure. I was a single mom to a 2.5 year old and a 3 month old. I was convinced it couldn't get any worse than that and felt alone in a world filled with love all around me. Six months later my mother passed away; she was only 51. She was my role model, my hero, my everything! I had began a relationship a month before she had passed; when she said her last words she told me "it will be ok my little button (my nick name since birth), he is a good man and you can love again; I know this."

My mom like me had become a widow at just 29 years old with two kids and found love again. I was convinced it was a lie and that I would never love again. I spent a week in the hospital for attempted suicide; it was all so much for me to handle...yet the entire way and by my side was this man...the one my mother said was a good man. Not only has he taken care of me in the last 11 months but also my beautiful children. He loves them as if they were his; all he has wanted was a child of his own... well this afternoon I was able to give him an early birthday gift of a positive pregnancy test.

I firmly believe that this little bundle is the gift from my mother and my deceased husband telling me it's ok to move on, it's ok to be happy, it's ok to love again, and that he is a GOOD MAN!