Since today, December 13th, is a very special day in my life, I thought I would share a little story with you.
When I was younger than I am today I had two birthdays. Yep, two. How lucky can you get, right? I had my regular birthday-October 4th and then we had my Anniversary, which was December 13th. My birthday was always celebrated as any child’s birthday would be; balloons, games, cake made by Mom, good food and good friends. While my birthday parties were always fun and something I always looked forward to it was my Anniversary that meant the most to me, after all, everyone has a birthday but not everyone has a special day outside of that. My Anniversary was a day just for my parents and me to be together and celebrate the day we became a family.
Confused yet? At this point, I should probably tell you that I’m adopted.
December 13, 1968 was the day the adoption became final and we were officially a family. Although most people do not believe me, I remember the day with near crystal clarity—especially for a 2 year-old. We drove up to Hartford from New London in a sky blue Pontiac Catalina. Back then there was no such thing as car seats or even seat belts, as such, I sat on my mother’s lap the whole ride up and the whole ride back. They bought me a special new coat just for the occasion; it was an azure blue with real fur buttons and matching bonnet with real fur tassels. I loved that coat! I was terribly upset when I outgrew it and my parents gave it away.
My parents were there, of course, and my social workers was there-Miss Leavenworth, I still remember her quite well too. Everyone kept telling me not to be nervous just to stand up and tell the Judge what I wanted. We walked into a rather large and stately room, it was yellow with thick wood trim and wooden benches. Dad sat me on his lap while Mom smoothed out my hair—I had a terrible cowlick back then!
I remember being scared; what if the Judge didn’t like me? Worst of all, what if he said I couldn’t stay in my new family and I had to go away?
The most experience I’d ever had with Judges was on a TV show called “Laugh-In” and when the Judge entered the Courtroom, I remember singing the little ditty from the show; “Here come de judge, here come de judge.” My parents laughed, the Judge laughed, and so did I. I believe I even asked him if he knew where the ‘Fickle Finger of Fate’ may be. (You really have to be 40 or over to understand those jokes! Sorry!)
The Judge looked at me, asked me if I knew who Edwin Darling was. I said; “That’s my grandpa!” The Judge said, yes it was. He asked me if I knew who the people with me were. I said: “My new mom and dad.” The Judge again said yes they were. Then he asked me if I liked them and if I wanted to stay with them. Were they nice to me? I said: “YES!” The Judge smiled, banged his gavel, and declared us a family in the eyes of the Great State of Connecticut. He also told me to say “Say hello to Grandpa.” Years later I found out the Judge and my grandpa had been friends in their much younger days.
That was it. I slid into my new pretty coat with the fur buttons and tassels and we drove home. My father didn’t stop smiling the entire ride back to New London. He kept glancing over at me on my mother’s lap with this huge grin on his face and my mother kept telling him to: “Keep your eyes on the road, Richard! We just got her I want to get her home in one piece!”
From that year onward every December 13th my parents and I did a little something special together; a movie, dinner, maybe roller skating. Right after Halloween, December 13th was my favorite day of the entire year. It was even more special than Christmas because my parents used to tell me that I was the best gift they ever got.
I’m grown now and my parents are gone, I’m married with adult daughters of my own. No one celebrates my special day any longer but I never forget it. I always look up and say: “Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad, I love you.”
CHILD OF WAR-A GOD IS BORN: BOOK BLURB-
Do you know 'Damien'? Raven makes that kid look like an angel.
The "Of War"-series picks up in part I of this II-part sequel when Ares and Alena try to settle down on Olympus and await the birth of their son, Raven.
Haunted by prophetic visions along with a body and mind that are starting to betray her, Alena struggles to enjoy what should be a happy and blessed occasion. The relentless hostility from the other Olympians make her yearn to be back on their cozy island home, far away from all the bickering and backstabbing that makes up Life on mighty Mount Olympus.
Knowing of Zeus' unabashed hatred for Alena and the Celts, Ares becomes convinced Zeus is causing these visions and the breakdown of Alena's mind. To appease his Father, the God of Gods, Ares enters into a wicked blood pact ensuring the safety of his wife and unborn son. A pact that could cost the God of War everything he holds dear.
However, once the boy arrives, it quickly becomes clear Raven may be the most powerful and cunning Olympian ever born. Outwardly despised by Zeus for his Fey blood and his filthy Celtic mother the seeds of rage and doubt are planted in the Raven's mind by a very willing Apollo.
As Zeus, Apollo, and Aphrodite plot against the new family, bit by bit the true pasts of the Olympians and Celts comes to light, the battle begins for Ravens' mind and soul and for the ultimate control of Olympus.
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