He's Home... Well Sort Of...

Josh. After more than two years, Josh has come home.  Well, to Grandpa's but I am hoping it is only a matter of time.  There is water under the bridge - a lot of water - but over time the water has become clear and we are happy to have him.  So happy to have him.  The child I never gave birth too but love totally unconditionally is back in my life. Yeah!

I am not going to dredge up our history - not here or with him.  We both made mistakes. We have grown and changed.  Separately so that we could come together.  We have forgiven but not forgotten the lessons we learned. My experiences with him have taught me so much about humility, parenting, and myself.  About the love you have for a child. About being hurt so deeply you think you may never heal and being surprised that all it takes for that wound to become an old scar is an unspoken forgiveness and nice long comfortable hug.

My son.  Josh.

Josh (totally letting me take a photo of him, even smiling his beautiful smile) and Penelope.  :o)

Have a wonderful Sunday evening.

:o)  Tina