The Last of the Milk in the Jug

by Courtney Wheatley
 
 

I find myself very lucky to have a wonderful example of what I think a relationship between a man and a woman should be. Of course they aren't perfect, but just to have two parents at all in this world has lately become a very rare thing. To be lucky enough to have two parents who are meant for each other is truly remarkable. I feel like I won the lottery or a sweepstakes, like the person who gets the last of the milk in the jug. As if I were the one millionth person to walk into a store. Because I have such an incredible example of parents who love and respect each other and took great care in deciding, beyond a shadow of a doubt, whether or not they were exactly right for each other before getting married, I will have a better chance at having a great marriage. The very last thing I want is to marry the wrong guy and have to raise my kids without a father or have to split them between us. I have seen far to many young innocent kids be torn apart by separated parents. It seems like they are being deprived of a right that every child should have, to grow up in an environment that is as stable and loving as possible. I never want to let my kids down. I want them to feel special, like they got the last of the milk in the jug.