I have something to confess, I’m just going to come out with it here and now. I had a girlfriend the first four years of our marriage. My wife, Annie knows all about it. We’ve had some discussions about it. My girlfriend left right about the time our first one was born.

Here’s the story, I hope this answers all questions.
She went through a few changes before leaving me, it was a sad parting, but realistically, I didn’t have any more room in my life for her, I was growing up, and so was she. From time to time I miss her. The goodbye was a long one, happening over the course of a few years. She stuck around after I proposed to Annie, she still lingered after we were married. But she left, and it’s all for the better.
The final blow happened one afternoon in November of 2009. I watched Annie’s face twist in a grimace of agony as the contractions grew in intensity. I watched her bearing down. After twenty some-odd hours, and some pain killers, the sweat actually looked milky as it seeped up out of her pores. I remember the funky sweet scent of her unwashed hair plastered to her throat and face. I remember watching her close her eyes, slowing her breathing, ushering, possibly forcing, the calm back in.
She was changing, right in front of me, she was becoming a force of nature.
I was awestruck and intimidated. I was still calm, despite feeling tiny and insignificant, it really just seemed as if I was there to provide futile bits of assistance wherever I could.
Then our daughter was born. I held her, our eyes locked, she seemed oddly calm considering what she had just been through. I brought her to Annie, and saw our baby’s instant reaction to the sound of her voice. I watched Annie reach out and stroke our little one’s cheek. I not only witnessed the birth of a daughter, but the birth of a mother as well.
I looked over my shoulder, and standing there clutching her little tiny purse in all of her high-heeled glory was that cute sassy girlfriend I proposed to so long ago. She smiled, sweet and sad. She kissed her fingertips, waved to me and began stepping backward, eyes locked on me, fading away into nothing. I returned the smile before I turned back to the mother that girlfriend had become. “We have a daughter Hun!”
People tend to think miracles have to be rare to be special. I think they are all wrong. Love is a miracle, new life is a miracle, motherhood is a miracle, mothers are miracles.
So my girlfriend is a part of my past, she became something much greater, and much more beautiful.
She is never more beautiful than when I watch her with our girls.
Happy Mother’s Day to that girlfriend…my Wife, Mother to our daughters, Annie.