The Difficulties of Loving YOU.

Before you.

Zachary,
I feel as if I tell you this story, I need to start from the beginning. The very beginning, before you.

Well I was born on a cold January morning, January 19, 1995. From the very start of my existence I was a naughty, naughty girl. I cried and cried in the wee hours of the morning and I cried and cried all day and all night. I was doomed and I think my very small baby brain knew it, and in being a baby I couldn't do anything but cry. That is, until I got older... I was always very smart, as in a smart alek, I always talked back, but I always got my way. You would have liked me, though, I think. You always were drawn to the rebellious, persuasive type.

"Dylan, let me help you put your shoes on." My mother would say.
"NO! I do it SELF!" I would respond as I snatched the lace up shoes and turned 180 degrees away from her. I had always been independent.

"Dylan," my mother would say in her angry voice, " I'm going to count to three, and you better be putting your plate in the trash." I crossed my arms in front of my nonexistent 3 year old chest and looked her daringly in the eye. "One." She would start. "TWO." I would answer her, rudely. "DYLAN ELIZA HENDERSON! Go to your room!" I would roll my eyes at her, even at such a young age, but happily go to my room, knowing that I still hadn't put my plate in the trash.

I also wasn't a girly girl as a child. I would play in the garden and count the worms I found. I would make mud pies with my "boyfriend" named Richard, who I call Rich. Little did I know that he was your neighbor the whole time. And little did I know that I was doomed to end up loving you.

So you see, Zach, ever since the beginning I was rebellious and not a prissy girl and you really should have always been madly in love with me, but you didn't know me then, because that was all before you.