In May of 2010 I brought home my adopted son. He was 5.5 years old from Idaho with a past that would have broken the spirit of many of us. He has been abused and had been kept away from society in his early years. This is our adventure together. His adventure of discovering the world around him, learning, experiencing, and growing, and my adventure of raising him. This is a journal written to him and a way of keeping our memories.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Light Of My Life
Every morning when I wake up I never know exactly what our day will bring. I never really know what demons you might have to experience and if it will be a day of growing pains or a day of healing. Lately though, the days of healing have been coming more often. I still hold my breath every morning when I go into your room to start our day but since we have moved I have been able to let out my breath with laughter as you open your eyes with a spark and a giggle I wish I should capture forever.



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