Happy Days ::12 month later::

Oh my friends! I am so sorry that I have been gone for so long, but I have wonderful news:

I'm a mama! And the baby, oh he is such a precious little thing, mon chéri! Only 3 months old and so strong! Such strong hands and arms of his. And that voice! How it echoes across the fields of the plantation. But he is ever so precious! And Armand! Oh he is the proudest father in all of the Province! And in his glad nature, he has been the kindest master to his esclaves!
Why, just the other day, one of his little slaves faked a burn just to get out of fieldwork, and Armand just laughed! And oh how he laughed and he laughed and he laughed! And there seems to be just so much laughter these days, that I seem to have forgotten sorrow.

And although I am happy, I cannot help but think there is something amiss in my blissfulness. Mama came to visit us and, upon seeing the baby, seemed a little reluctant, but I am sure it is only her disappointment that Armand and I didn't have a girl. He is sorry that it is not a girl, but I know my husband. He tells me these things only to make me happy--but that doesn't mean he doesn't mean what he says, right? He says he loves me, and he does. He says he cares for me and look! He has given me his name, a house, protection, a family. All of these things should amount to my happiness...

And yet I sit so unsure... My, my... what strong features my son has...