Father's Day. One of those days of extreme mixed emotions. I miss my dad, who was, without a doubt, my biggest fan in life. I miss the boys' dad, and hurt for them that he was gone from their lives so quickly. I miss our two children who aren't here with my husband to celebrate Father's Day.
However, in the midst of the missing and the sadness, a bright spot. Our 16 yr. old told me about a week ago what he wanted to give his stepdad, my dear second husband, for Father's Day. Adoption papers, so that they will no longer be "step" anything, but Father & Son. It has a nice ring to it.
So we wrapped the papers up in a shirt box (you must try to fool Dad, after all, into thinking he's getting a shirt and tie or the like.) I captured the moment on camera. My husband actually reminded me somewhat of a child when he opened the present -- the look of glee on his face; the almost dancing in delight when the realization hit of what the box contained.
You see, we cannot have any more children, so my husband will never have the joy of raising his biological children, as both of them were born to heaven. But he loves my boys as his own, and now the world will know, as he proudly can say "my
son".
