I guess you could say my life was never perfect but for that one moment in my life, it sure felt like it! Thomas was the man anybody would want. Tall, lean, handsome, muscular. We were lovers in high school and together all through college. Did we have our fall outs? Yes, we did fight, but we loved each other with everything we had and stuck to each other all that time. It was no surprise when Thomas proposed to me the summer after college underneath the big Willow tree in our backyard then got married under the same tree in the early fall of the same year. It was two-thousand-fourteen; the month was September; the day was the twenty-eighth; I was twenty-one.

Throughout our marriage was mostly incredible. A few fights here and there, but nothing that was too harsh. Within that time, we had three beautiful children Koby, Cayla, and Kirsten, in that order. Things were looking good for our family, and like I said, in that moment I thought my life was perfect, until I got a call on September twenty-eighth, twenty-twenty-one saying that Thomas had died in a tragic car accident. It snapped me out of my fantasy as reality sunk in, nothing was perfect. I was twenty-eight; Koby was six; Cayla was four; Kirsten was eighteen months.

Not knowing what to do with three kids, trying to work nine to five, and going through five babysitters in only three months I did the only thing I thought I could do, hire a nanny.

This is what happened: