I’m packing…well, taking a break at the moment to write. I’m nervous as hell. Not because I have to spend 7 hours in the car with a toddler, but because I have to spend 7 hours in the car with a toddler…and a man. He’s my new man and quite a man at that.
So far he’s been wonderful with Benjamin…but these are three to four hour stretches at best, not an entire weekend together – travelling – to meet my family. Am I insane for inviting him? I don’t feel insane. I feel so good about this. And more than anything, I’m excited to finally get to spend a good chunk of time with Kris. It’s an important test of any relationship to travel together. But is it too early? Am I going to unintentionally scare him off? Will it be too much for him?
Just another adventure for a single dating mom! I love it though…the best thing about being a single mom is that we find the best men – the men willing to do anything for us – including accepting and loving us and our children. The worst part is the risk we have to take in order to find someone. We risk so much more when we date. Can you tell I’m an eternal optimist? And a hopeful romantic. Always have and always will be.
Wish us luck!
