I noticed he loved me

He was home. I would get him for 4 weeks. He was just mine, well mine and the baby's and I didn't mind sharing with her. It was great to be a small little family again. He was going to stay til just before christmas. He spent his birthday with us and I felt that I had just received the best present ever. it was exciting to have him home. I refused to focus on when he was leaving because I needed to enjoy this time to its fullest and not be bothered by the sadness of not having him with him.

I felt like my spirits had just been refilled. I felt like we were playing house. We visited some friends in San Diego and went to see my family in the desert. My uncle asked me a question that totally caught me off guard, he asked me why I had married a black man. I was surprised, I didn't know what to say. I thought about it. I had been asked before what my parents thought about me having married a black man, I always answered that their opinion didn't matter. I never thought of it as an issue. I looked at him and then said, "I didn't notice he was black I just noticed he loved me"