the gift of wings

I want to wax poetic about my baby daddy for a moment.

No, I'm not going to get sad.  I'm not here to bitch nor talk shit.  I'm here for all good right now.

Breaking up with my ex is the hardest thing I've gone through in life next to being a mother and losing my own, no doubt.  Choosing to no longer be in love with the person you created an amazing life with is traumatizing, at the very least.  And we've had years of issues.

But right now, we're in an amazing place.  That probably sounds weird, but hear me out.

He asked for this weekend sans parental duties.  Most I know would say no, but the fact is, he's given me so much personal growth time (reference my new blog) that it was just natural to give him the same...

Small list of amazing he's let me live over the last year:
* shows out the wazoo
* weekend in Keystone for Luke's Christmas, child snowboarding lesson and ice skating heavy
* all holidays and important dates
* my first relationship that involved our son without much bitching even though it was absolutely the wrong choice
* trips out of state with our child
* my own weekend of snowboarding lessons and... awesome
* snowboarding/BBQ days
* amazing four day vacation trip to Moab, with only adults
* upcoming trip to see my bestie in LA, sans child

He has a date this weekend and I am beyond stoked for him.  I am so excited to finally be the baby mama that let's HIM live on occasion.  To give him a tiny piece of all that he's given me.

I am so lucky.  He gave me an awesome child, but on top of that, is the type of friend that all should be lucky enough to have.  He has given me so much over the last year... and the years before... and I hope to be that for him in the coming years of our friendship.

Good luck, bro (hehe).  I hope that you are able to start spreading your wings as you have allowed me to.  Luke, and I, love you.

Please thrive.