|Summer sun, summer sunburn, cooling off in the shade... yeah. Freedom.|
This is not the freedom of which I want to speak.
What I really want to talk about is Aurora.
And the Freedom to wear flippers in the house on your ninth birthday.
Six years later, we celebrate Aurora being free from the tyranny of the past twelve years. We have made it through the court system again. This time, Aurora led the charge. Her eloquent articulation combined with the observations of her therapist and law guardian made it so that she was free to choose where she wants to spend the remainder of her teenage years.
Freedom is such a crazy thing. We have assumed all along that we were free to do what needed doing. Reality has been considerably different. It is only being on the other side of the wall that we are made aware of how much of our life was waiting to happen. Even now, the tears don't hesitate to roll down my cheeks.
It is funny how this new found freedom has pulled us closer as a family, and simultaneously given us each so much more independence. I wouldn't say we are care-free, by any means... but happy and safe sound pretty darned good right now.