Today Wingman and I spent chilling on the couch before having dinner with our son to celebrate his birthday. We have a combined family; my husband's children are my stepchildren. The reason I bring this up is I feared being the 'wicked stepmother' in their eyes.
I couldn't be more off the point than if I were blindfolded. Twice in the last two weeks, I've been introduced as 'my mom'. There is no greater gift in the world.
The world where our parents grew up has changed dramatically and learning to adapt to the new world has become mandatory. Because of the love and acceptance of my son and two daughters, I'm blessed with eight grandchildren. Am I proud? You bet! They are the inspiration for many of my stories and books. I get to live my childhood again through their eyes and you know what? They have an uncluttered view of the world and no fear of voicing the truth. Very refreshing.
This weekend is dedicated to the men and women who made the sacrifices necessary for all of us to read and write what we wish without retribution.
To the men and women of all the services and the families who support them, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your courage and sacrifice.
Sable Angel
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