My little boy stood at the back door staring out the small square window. In his torn blue jeans and faded striped shirt he waited.
I looked at the disheveled red hair in need of a trim. He hated when I cut his hair.
I knew where his mind was and part of me didn't want to ask for fear he would say the words I dreaded to hear. I continued to wash the dishes and ask him about dinosaurs.
He answered me quietly, never turning around. "Yes mama, I think the t-rex has big teeth. Yes mama, he has little arms."
I dried my hands off, walked over to him, and turned his frail little body toward mine. I asked him what he was doing. "I'm waiting for him to come back." *Click to Tweet*
I didn't know quite what to say. I wasn't sure if he would ever come back either. I hugged my baby and said, "You'll always have me."
He smiled and turned back to the window.
*Note: This moment happened four years ago this summer when my first husband left. We were all devastated, especially my oldest. God has done an incredible work in all our lives and I'm grateful for the places he brought us through. I have since remarried and we will begin the adoption process around the new year to make Bryan the children's legal father. He treats them like they are his own and loves them fiercely. I could not ask for anything more.
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