I can picture the day it happened. The day where changes happened. You always hear of people that are never grateful, but when it crosses your path, you have no choice. It was winter, of 2009 and I was a bit late going home. You see, I had this dream. This dream where I hadn't wanted to let go. Working at a daycare was magnificent. You get to see the life of others in a heart wrenching way. You may intellectually feel as though it is effortless but let me tell you, it takes effort. I always believed that people never really thought spiritually about this kind of a task. It is hard to get involved in a family that struggles, but when you work at a daycare centre you are guaranteed to get emotionally involved. And, it takes effort not to collapse and quit. I usually went about my day at work normally, but today was peculiar. It was unlike any other day that I had spent playing games with toddlers. It was a warm hearted day. Everything that I saw and felt had braught tears to my eyes in an expeditious kind of way. There was around 15 tiny toddlers that trotted in my daycare but one caught my eye quickly. Her convoluted hair of blonde curls fell just below her shoulder. She rushes and glides up to me as if she had fell into a deep dark hole and needed help. She was so tiny that I could barely see the big teary eyed little girl looking into my own set of eyes. Her big gooey nose was running like a stream from a fountain and all I could do was smile. " What is it Emily! " I said reaching down to her four year old level. " I miss my mommy, did she forget about me " The poor innocent child said crying steadily. I picked her ity bity body up and sat her gently on my lap, " Oh hunny of course not! Mommy is probably on her way to pick you up right now! But you know what they say my love, big girls don't cry! " I said wiping every last tear on her ridiculously saddened face. She looked up into my adult eyes with the most lively grin I have ever witnessed. From that moment on, I decided I didn't want to become my job. The way this young child depended on her mom was incredible! I wanted a little girl to depend on me the way she did. The way they cried and yearned for their mom was heart melting. I froze in that moment thinking to myself, " I want that " I tried pushing the thought away. " Oh Sherry stop it! You can't bring a baby into this world, you can't even take care of yourself let alone a baby full of expectation and needs! " But, there was always that smile that crept up, " or could I ... " That question lingered in my head all the way home right until I was locked outside. BANG BANG BANG. I knocked on the heavy paneled door. I almost gave up when my ravishing husband opened the door with a wide smile. " You didn't lock the door on your way out this morning did you! I don't work on thursdays ... remember? " I jokingly pushed him inside so I could get out of the chilly bitter weather. Before I knew it he kicked the door shut and locked his lips on mine. Not that I study him but it was more passionate than usual. He grabbed my waist in his giant hands and pushed me up against the closed door. " What is this about? " I said smiling in between breaths. " I just missed you so much " I knew exsactly what this hunk wanted, he wanted the easy way out. A little quick one before dinner, maybe get his erection out of the way. I was not going to allow him on me that quickly. " I have to make dinner Ryan, and you know the rules, a man must eat first ain't that right baby? " I giggled. I pushed out of his embrace and made my way towards the kitchen. He must of thought it was a game because before I could set my mind to think he was chasing after me. He was wanting to force a laugh out of me, he wanted to tickle me. " baby no, I have to make something for us to eat or you ain't gonna get nothing! " I said holding in my laughter. His deep eyes looked into mine, he was trying to be sexy. Ryan had the most manly body you could wish for. His towering body was at times intimidating, I swept the softness hair out of my eyes and glared at him " You don't have to make anything, because I want to take you out " I almost laughed. A laugh that told him he was bluffing. It has been a year since me and Ryan married and he hasn't made any effort to take me out at all. I picked out a wine glass from our newly renovated cupboard and twirled around only to see my effortless husband right in my face. He really was sexy when he tried, I thought. " I'd rather stay in tonight and plus i've been meaning to ask you something all day but you mister hot stuff have been distracting me " Without hesitation Ryan took me by the hand, " Follow me " he said with a daring smile I will never forget. He led me up our long staircase, and for a moment I thought it was taking an entire lifetime for us to get to our bedroom. He really knew how to play his cards right, but he wasn't fooling me. After an eternity of stair climbing we finally reached our bedroom of memories. He pushed me gently on the bed and we both fell together. I could only think to kiss the lips that first attracted me to him when I first met him. I was thinking of that one quote that stuck out in my mind, " Life is not about the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away. " And, I suddenly realised this was my moment. I kissed him with such passion and not once did I let go. Our lips were locked and with it sealed this tight, nothing was going to stop this moment from happening. Ryan's hands began to explore. He lifted my dress to reveal more than was offered, but I didn't mind like I normally would. He used it for his gratitude and it was refreshing in a sense. There was this one sentence he said that really fell hard on me. I remember the way he was kissing every inch of my neck, sending thrilling shivers down my spine. " We have been married for one year and I still long to make love to you every single moment " I don't know why it was remembered in my mind, but it was kind of an assurance that everything was going to be okay. That no matter what I looked like fifty years down the road, I was still his women he strived to please. That was the evening I let him have me. " I want to bare you a child Sherry, I am going to give you a child " I never knew psychic people existed, but he must of been doing his research. Infact, that was the night where he gave me a child. Nine months later, I am laying in this hospital bed a proud mommy. I don't know what life brings that is so fascinating but this moment is by far the most. We decided to name our baby Emily, only because my life was changed at daycare that evening. The day where Emily charged into my arms. I smile thinking back at how that one moment at the daycare centre reflected on my entire life. With her nose running and tears splashing. " I miss my mommy, did she forget about me? " That one sentence melted my very own heart. And now, with a baby girl in my arms I gently whisper; " Mommy will never forget about you, I'll always be here ... " Holding my brand new baby girl in my arms, she falls asleep in my arms. From that moment on, I had made a promise. A promise that I will always keep. Emily is six years old now. There were times that I had let go, like in the grochery store when I lost my baby girl down an isle. Emily comes rushing up to me teary eyed. " Mommy, mommy " I embrace her in my arms wiping each tear. " I did not forget about you " I drop everything and we embrace for a good 10 minutes straight, regardless of who is watching because I could not break that promise. " I will always be here ... "