BROOKLYN
I am sitting on a towel on the beach of South Carolina. The sounds of waves crashing soothe me, but what makes me happy is seeing my husband and daughter running around.
Charlotte is four years old and she is the sweetest child you will meet. I still remember her birth like it was yesterday. It wasn't the easiest thing to go through and defiantly nothing could prepare me for the pain, but Spencer was so helpful. I probably yelled at him more times than I could count, but he never left my side.
Charlotte squeals and I laugh as Spencer picks her up. He is an amazing father.
Better than my dad was. A couple of years ago we got a call saying Nate West died because he overdosed. My relationship was severed years ago with him, but I still went to his grave and said I forgave him. I
