Moving Day

On Veterans Day, 1996, I moved into this house. I was pregnant with my third child and still trying to grasp that fact, since my first two children were in middle school. Not only did I have that third child, but added three more after him.

Today, 22 years later, the last one moves out. Wesley moved multiple times when he lived with his birth mother the first four months of his life. Since he came to live with me, this is the only home he’s ever known.

I’m proud of the young man he has become. He has overcome many obstacles in his life and I send him off with prayers that he will continue to do well.

Everyone has called him Wes-man since he was a tiny baby, except for Olivia, who insists on calling him Wes boy. He told me last night he feels like he has grown into his name and is ready to do this.

Many people thought this day would never come. Some days, myself included, but I was OK with that because Wes has been a joy to raise. He’s a great kid and I will miss him being here. I’m so very grateful to have been chosen to be his mom.

I love you, Wes-man. You will always have a home with me.❤️