I was walking my dog, Sam, in the middle of the night.

I had been working from home since my son was born.

He was born just a few days earlier.

I had just taken a pregnancy test.

It was normal.

But I was feeling pretty good.

Then I noticed Sam was sitting on my lap.

Sam is sitting on mine.

He had been my best friend since we were young, and we had a lot of fun together.

We loved spending time with each other, playing together.

And now, a week later, Sam was born in the hospital.

The birth of a baby boy.

But when I look back, I remember the day that changed everything for me.

A week earlier, my husband, John, had been diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer, and I had to leave him to undergo surgery.

We were devastated.

It was the hardest time of my life.

I lost my son, and our marriage was over.

I couldn’t bring him back.

After a year of trying, we found a surrogate mother who could care for him, and John began to come around.

He and I finally found a match.

Now, we are living in our second home, and together, we’re raising our son together.

I am still so grateful for the support I received during this difficult time.

But the most important thing I took away from the surgery was the time I had with Sam.

As I sat in the doctor’s office, he was curled up on my bed, and he cried uncontrollably.

What I needed to do was to say to him, “I love you.”

I had just been told I needed surgery to make my ovaries bigger, and my doctor had said, “You need to be told that this is a very difficult decision, and it will take a lot to overcome.”

I needed him to say that.

When I woke up the next morning, Sam wasn’t there.

His belly was flat against my back.

I knew he couldn’t have had a hard day, because he had always been a good baby, but I couldn, too.

I tried to get his shirt off.

I felt embarrassed.

I could feel his muscles in my chest.

He wanted to be near me.

I asked him to lay down, and put his hands on my shoulders and shoulders again.

Then I felt a warm, loving hand.

I looked into his eyes, and realized that I loved him too.

And so I told him, I love you.

I told John.

And so it began.

Sam was my only son, a beautiful little boy, who I loved every minute of every day.