Dear journal,
I found something interesting today. A met a wonderful, beautiful, talented little thing named May. She's as short and sweet as the month she's named after. She's everything the Haus of Lyon needs but I don't know how to get her on my...
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Dear Journal ,
Tonight was magical.
Gotta love the day we told the British to go fuck themselves. (I may or may not have been drinking a little.)
We went to the beach with Carla and her children to watch the fireworks. May wore a cute red dress that made her look radiant, and I kept it chic and practical in a white tee shirt and denim jeans. The evening was perfect.
I spent time playing with Carla's kids, and they were a whirlwind of energy and joy. Watching them run around, their laughter echoing in the evening air, was a new experience for me. When I returned to the picnic spot, I was tired, but it was a good kind of tired. Carla and May had set up a lovely spread, and May snuggled up to me as we watched the fireworks.
May commented that I was good with kids, and I had to agree. I didn't realize how much I enjoyed their company until today. Holding May close, I felt a sense of contentment and possibility.
Children.
Terrible little monsters. I suppose I could see the appeal if they were ours. Many people talk about breaking the cycle yet nobody makes it a reality. Perhaps...just maybe...I could.
We could.
As the fireworks painted the night sky, I found myself imagining a future where I might experience this with my own children. I'd want to be the kind of father they deserved—present, loving, and engaged. The thought of having a family with May feels not just possible but wonderful. It's surprising how strongly I feel about it, and it fills me with a hopeful excitement.
Ive never once thought about having them. It always seemed like a foreign idea and given my unconventional upbringing, I never thought I'd be able to raise them properly. Looking at May...maybe we have a chance.
I could see myself as a father with her by my side. It'll be difficult for May to balance family and career but I'll be there to help her. I wonder what mother would think about if I told her she'll be a grandmother one day. (She'd probably ban me from the house before going on an impromptu shopping spree with May.)
Having a family with May isn't just a dream; it's something I genuinely want and look forward to.
