The other day, Les had the opportunity to move a helicopter from Kentucky to Indiana and was able to take the boys with him. Flying helicopters is one of his greatest joys. He’s been wanting to fly us in one ever since he got his helicopter license so this was a huge deal to him.
I picked him and the boys up from Indiana and the entire two hour drive home he couldn’t stop grinning with sheer joy. His joy is my joy.
The boys had a fantastic time as well.
Gabriel and I were waiting on the ground for them.
And now…I get to spend the rest of the afternoon writing in the semi-quiet of our bedroom while Les is downstairs with our kids. I’m hitting publish to this post now and switching back over to writing some more of my book with a glass of wine and chocolate covered almonds in hand. (Reliving all of this and writing about is both therapeutic and stressful all at the same time. I’ve also made a conscious decision to try and place myself in others’ shoes through all of this as part of my personal healing.) I’ve put a great deal of thought into my choice of words as I try to craft not just what happened in those foster care years but also write it in such a way that you feel what we felt during these experiences. You can tell me later if I’ve succeeded in my goal or not.