Our Family: 2007

I just recently received a picture of Enzo's father
when he was a baby. I thought it was the coolest thing to look at the picture and see how he and Enzo resemble one another. I also pulled out my first baby picture, but sadly I do not have it available on the computer. I think Abraham and Enzo have the same lips, chin and forehead. There could be more or maybe less, let's hope less.

I'm kidding, but I guess besides the unmentionables and considering the circumstances, I have to be grateful for the father that Enzo does have. He called me this morning and asked if I wanted him to come watch the baby so I can go to work. He also decided that he'd give me child support a week earlier this month so I can pay my rent. Since I'm on the subject, I am reminded of a poem that I recently read from a friend. I really like it and think many others can benefit from it.

There are people who can walk away from you.

And hear me when I tell you this!

When people can walk away from you, let them walk.

Don't try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you.

When people can walk away from you, let them walk.

Let them go.

You've got to know when it's dead.

You've got to know when it's over.

Let me tell you something.

I've got the gift of good-bye.

I believe in good-bye.

It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful.