I get so depressed reading some of the younger ladies posts on here sometimes. I remember back when I had my first two boys, they are 17 and 14 years old now. We had a rough start. I married when my youngest was just a year old. We struggled, a lot, but my husband was a great father to the boys. Sadly he died on our youngest sons birthday. We hit new levels of struggle trying to figure out this new life and it sucked, big time. Then I met a widower who lost his wife a year before I lost my husband. We hit it off, so much in common, it just felt right. We took things extremely slow and proceeded with extra caution. Neither of us were supposed to be able to have more children, yet we still used birth control and took every precaution. We never fight, argue or have any issues. Financially we struggle yet our bills are paid and we both work together to make the best of each day. He accepts my boys and includes them in everything. This man has been such a blessing to us that now I honestly can't imagine our life being any different. We are expecting a baby boy in October and planning a true redneck wedding yet a date hasn't been set yet. I never thought I would have another baby nor get married again, yet here I am. I wouldn't have it any other way. Our family has experienced the lowest of lows but there has always been hope for a better tomorrow. Thanks to my fiance I finally see that beautiful rainbow at the end of a horrible storm. Not saying the skies will stay beautiful for forever but with him at my side I can face any storm knowing there will always be a new rainbow.