I was 18 when I found out I was pregnant with Zachary. The circumstances surrounding Zachary's sudden existence in the world made it hard to decide what I was going to do with my life. Ryan, my fiancé, did his best to help and get us on our own feet, and we began to plan our future with a new little guy in it.
It wasn't long before I was close to being due. By that time, we were looking for a place to buy and move in to. We got really close to closing on one home, but it all fell through at the last minute due to some errors done in the home loaners department. I had a little over a week before Zachary was due to be born, and needless to say we were getting a little desperate to find a place to live so we could get a little settled before Zachary came.
Two days before Zachary was born, we found our first apartment, and our families helped us move in. What a blessing they were. They had us moved in about a day and a half, with a lot of our stuff set up (the important rooms anyway). They provided cooking utensils, bowls, cups and all sorts of other things for our home and even bought us a huge amount of food to get us started. It was so wonderful to have family come together like that and help us when we needed it, and I cannot thank them enough for everything they did to get us ready for Zachary.
I truly am humbled that our family was there for us. Thank you all, you know who you are. I will most definitely make it up to all of you someday, whether it be here or in the next life :) Love you guys.
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