So to continue my story about the birth of my first son, after seeing the first ultrasound, something in me changed, and that’s when I started writing again. I felt in my heart like the only thing I could ever be truly successful at was writing, and I knew that I had to make something of myself to provide a better life for him. So I started writing The Brotherhood of Dwarves. I hadn’t written anything in a few years, and at first, I was very unsure of myself. It shows in the first chapter, too. I was finding my voice, my rhythm, my pace.
Crystal and I were never happier than during that pregnancy. Everyone commented on it, and you can see it in pictures of us. We both glowed. We were a team, and we had endured a long, dark process together and came out the other side successfully. During those eight and a half months, we were always together, playing games, laughing, talking, making plans. It was one of the happiest periods of my life. I read stories and sang to her belly almost every night, and life was good.
I’ll probably have to write an entire entry about his birth. Too much happened to squeeze it all in here and do it justice. So that’s all for now. I’ll save that story for another day.