Choices and decisions can make or break your life. I know, I’ve made my share of good and bad ones. I think it’s funny, though, how the line between the good and the bad decisions gets blurred sometimes. Take me and my husband for example. One of the worst decisions I’ve ever made, led me to one of the best, and easiest, choices of my life. That one bad choice, propelled me to where I am today. Standing in a room full of family and friends, celebrating the best day of my life. My commitment to Mark Calloway.

It’s been five years since I stood in front of that minister and said the words that would forever change my life, and my reason for living. ‘I Jeffrey Nero Hardy take you Marcus Alexander Calloway to be my partner, in life, love, and whatever the world can throw at us.’ Those were my exact words on that fateful day, and my life has been forever altered. For the better, of course.

I’m not about to stand here and make you believe that our life together has been all peaches and cream. We’ve had our share of hard times. Growing up the way I did, you know with just my dad and my brother, money would get tight from time to time. I remember thinking that all I needed was a whole bunch of money and everything in my life would be great. Just goes to show you how naive a young North Carolina boy can be. I quickly found out that money doesn’t solve all problems. There are circumstances, and situations in life that the richest, and the poorest man must deal with.

Let’s take being happy at your job. After working in the WWE, I found out that some of the wealthiest people I knew weren’t happy. And neither was I. I decided to leave the company, to find happiness elsewhere. That was the bad decision I mentioned earlier.

You see Mark and I had been dating for a little over six months when I made that decision. Without discussing it with him, I might add. Needless to say he was not exactly thrilled with it. He was so thrilled with it, in fact, that he broke up with me. I couldn’t believe it. I had quit my job and lost the love of my life all with one, very shitty, decision. I did what any heart broken country boy would do. I secluded myself in my house and poured my heart out in my music, and poetry. Little did I know that Mark was pouring his out with every bottle of Jim Beam he drank.

I had heard the rumors that Mark was not doing well with the break-up. Every time I heard one of those rumors, it would just cause me to withdraw from every one and everything even more.

If it weren’t for my brother, Matt, I don’t even think that I would be here right now. He went to Mark and told him that I wasn’t doing well, and thank God, the big man found it in his heart to forgive me. One night he showed up on my doorstep, on bended knee, with the most beautiful engagement ring I had ever seen. I remember the words he said as if they were burned into my mind. ‘Jeff, I can’t live without you, I know because for the last two months I’ve tried. I know I got angry with you, and said some things that I hope you never forgive me for, because they will be a constant reminder of how much I should cherish you. I love you Jeff Hardy, and I don’t want to go on with one more day of my life without you in it. Will you marry me?’ Well that was the easiest decision I’ve ever had to make in my life.

The second easiest decision in my life was they day Mark came to me and expressed his desire to have a child. I was elated. I had always wanted children. I assumed that we were going to adopt. Boy was I wrong.

Mark wanted us to have a child. Literally. At the time the process that we had to go through seemed frustrating and overwhelming. Finding the right woman, donating the sperm, trying to decide who’s sperm should be used. I wanted to use Mark’s, because he was the stronger of the two of us, not only physically but mentally as well. He wanted to use mine, because I was the more creative of the two, and he said I had the face of an angel (even though I don’t see it). Then there were the countless times we had gotten our hopes up only to have them dashed, by a negative reading at every doctor’s appointment we went to.

One day the doctor approached us about doing invetro fertilization. That’s where they take sperm and an egg and put it in this little dish and let them do there thing. Then when they have fertilization, they implant the baby into the woman. I’m sure there’s more technical ways of explaining it, but I’ve never really been a technical kind of guy. I leave that stuff to my love. Anyway, the doctor explained that he could put both our sperm in the dish and that way we wouldn’t have to choose which one to use. As Mark put it, we could just let fate decide. So we went for it.

Fate decided about a year later. When Alexandria Hardy Calloway was born. I insisted that the baby have Mark’s last name, since I’m in the process of having mine changed as well. The country may not recognize our marriage as a legal one, but damn if I can’t have his last name. It’s just taking forever. That’s how we decided on the middle name as well. He said if the baby was to carry his last name then she would have my last name as her middle name. I thought it was kind of sweet. Her first name is of course after the one that I believe to have given her life. Marcus Alexander Calloway.

He says that I’m just looking too hard, but any fool could look at this child for one minute and realize that she belongs to Mark. Especially since she’s gotten a little older. At the tender age of three she has the most adorable strawberry blonde hair with just the tiniest hint of a curl. Her eyes are the color of emeralds, and her smile.... Wow it just screams Mark. Yeah this little girl is going to be heart breaker. And she’s ours.

I can’t believe I’m someone’s father. That thought alone is scary enough to have me running for the hills. The day we brought her home, I was so nervous, I wouldn’t even hold her. I was scared that, as clumsy as I am, I would break her, or drop her, or any one of the thousands of things you can do to hurt something that small and helpless. I quickly got over it though. Those little things are tougher than you would think.

Suddenly one day I woke up to see Mark laying in bed beside me with her laying on his chest, and something inside me just swelled with love. I don’t know what it was, but at that moment, it all became real to me. We’re a family and always will be.

She’s running around here somewhere. Probably bugging her Uncle Matty. That’s what she calls him, and she also thinks that he hung the moon and stars. I guess I can understand that I did too when I was her age.

So here I stand. Surrounded by the family and friends, that accepted us readily, and those that had to sleep on it for a while. I’ve also got the most wonderful husband anyone, man or woman, could ever ask for. He’s standing over there talking to some of my friends from TNA, that came to celebrate this day with us.

I can’t help but notice the way that James Storm seems not at all interested in what Mark has to say though. He keeps looking across the room. I let my eyes follow the path of his attention, and see that it’s not Chris Harris that he’s staring at, but my best friend, Shannon Moore.

I know Mark told me ‘NO MATCHMAKING’ after the Matt and Adam situation (I can’t believe Adam could cheat on my brother) but I think this situation could use a little divine intervention. After all Mark has always called me an angel.