(or when you suddenly turn into fervent in introducing him to the family and never escape the older brother's silly judgments or the father's extra jealousy on you)
And amidst all the lessons, realizations and notes taken with a pen and a paper to describe my spiritual status with God, my room or how I love my mom and linger to hit a nice thing upon the family, I never stopped thinking of love, craving it or writing about my man and my kids...
“Then I dozed off for a minute to respond to my relentless soul longing to have a family of my own I lingered there for a bit to see my six kids growing up as I want them to be I saw the seed I planted branching into a healthy tree, a tree that is sure footed of roots, I saw them springing evolving up and big around me protecting their mother; 4 boys (Gabriel, Isaac, Jacob, and Hamza) and 2 girls (Rokia and Alia). The boys will be raised on manners and well of grooms, the girls will be pretty with hair of curly waves like me, they will grow on the natural beauty and I'll perch virtue of maidens in them. My kids will sleep on my singing and wake up on the sweet of my laughter. I will draw and write for them and their daddy, my husband he's a lawyer he is so wise and with intuition he'll make a brilliant story teller to our babies. How safe and divine and so full of soul could that be...”
-I'd no idea why I shared this!