I'm in love with an 18 year old boy with sandy brown hair, chocolate brown puppy dog eyes, and eyelashes long enough to sweep the floor. When he was 10 weeks of age, I bundled him up in my arms and held him tightly as we escaped my first marriage. In some ways it seems like yesterday:
As a result of my first marriage choice, Caleb's life has not been an easy one. While most little boys were enjoying a weekend around a boy scout campfire, he was often on required visitation with one who had a fiery temper. And when the neighbor kid came home with a bruise from being tackled by a fellow team mate, my little kid sometimes came home with a bruise from one who should've been on his team. We fought the family court for years, but as my lawschool professors often tell us: "If you are looking for justice, you're never going to find it in the courtroom."
At the age of 13, my sandy haired hero found courage to stand up and say "no more". He hasn't visited or spoken to the man since. A few months ago, he legally changed his name to Hollis, which symbolized, to him, freedom. Sweet freedom.
Even with the many obstacles that stood in his way, Caleb always allowed himself to dream. From the time he could stand, he was throwing a ball, swinging a golf club, and shooting hoops. And while other boys' first dreams were to be a firefighter or a cowboy, his was to be a football star. When I fled my home in 1994 carrying a little fella in my arms, I didn't fully realize that I was also clutching a dream that day. My dream that his life would be safe, full, and happy one. Because I held that little 10 week old dream in my arms, he is now able to hold his dream.
CULMINATE THIS EVENING!
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous...leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds!" (Edward Abbey)