I seriously do not know where the time goes! So much time has gone by, life has not changed.... much!
My son came home from Iraq in one piece, in September 2011. By mid-November, his young little wife decided she wanted to be a free woman and left him with two babies. His world slowly crumbled.
In February, 2012, he asked if he and the kids could move in with me.
I absolutely love, love, love having these babies so close. Being a part of their everyday life is just the sunshine of my each and every day.
My son is bitter that he has to live with mom. At 24 years old and a father of two, I don't blame him. But, he doesn't seem to understand just how fortunate he is to have a place to call home, the ability to go to school full time, and a safe place to raise his babies, for now. It won't be forever. Soon enough, he will be on his own again.
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