Christmas with the family

Christmas was a miserable time for me on the streets. That was until I gave birth to a wonderful, perfect little boy named Rayne. I promised myself and my little boy on the day he was born that I wouldn't miss a birthday or a Christmas with him. And after he got taken away when he was around a year old I slipped back into my addiction with Crystal Meth. Even in the depths of dealing drugs I would still clean up and scrape together the cash to buy him a present for those occasions.
Now that I'm clean and with a boyfriend I love and who loves my little boy as his own Christmas was all the more magical. There was nothing greater to me than watching my little boy's face on Christmas morning as he opened all his presents. I'm so glad to have him back and it was great to have my family have faith in me again.
I hope every Christmas is like this. With all this snow and cold weather I am all the more thankful to be inside. My heart goes out to all the people stuck out there in this weather. I want everyone to remember there is hope. I've been there and I was there for years. I was lucky to get out. And I realize that.