When I was young, around that age where I thought anything was possible, whether I applied myself or not, I dreamed of working for National Geographic as a photojournalist. I wanted to be able to travel alone, writing my own stories and taking my own pictures. Even back then, I dreamed of a life where I could be alone, doing what I loved most (writing and photography) but doing it alone.
I never entertained the thought of getting married or having children. First of all, I couldn't imagine going to bed and waking up with the same person for the rest of my life. Secondly, I couldn't stand kids. I suppose that is why my dream job would be doing something that I could do by myself.
So, here I am. I've somehow managed to live a life doing what I thought I'd never want to do, living with one man and having children. However, I'm not sorry for the life I've lived, just a little sorry for the life I haven't. Instead of stories with photographs, I've given the world two amazing young men. Men whom, I have no doubt, will make this world better than anything the dreams of my youth could have.