This Was Real. And It Was Me.

Every Week I Read About Myself In A Magazine, About Something That I Haven't Done Or Some Place That I've Never Been Or Don't Even Know. It's Just Gossip, Rumors, Egos, And Politics.

There's Something That Just Happens To You When You Have A Baby, And You Look At Their Little Eyes For The First Time When You're Holding Them. They've Been Safe Inside Your Belly For Almost 10 Months, And Now They're In Your Arms. Intuition Kicks In, Where You Will Do Anything For Them And You Have All The Tools Inside Of You To Take Care Of Them.

Then You Don't Know. You Can't Know What It Feels Like To Meet A Person And Suddenly Know Without A Doubt That The Whole Purpose Of Your Life So Far-every Choice You Made, Every Twist Of Fate Along The Way-was Just A Journey To Get You To That Person. My Life Started When I Met Clea. Every Minute Without Her Is Just Killing Time Until We Can Be Together Again.

It's Not Attractive When Girls Get Super Skinny. Guys Don't Like It. Gils Don't Like You As Much. You Lose Some Happiness When That's All You Think About.

I Got Married And Had A Baby. Created A Human.