My other adopted son Wesley... This kid tall and gangly as they can come. Friend of my son Shane.
He came over for poker nites. Poof another son was born. LOL His face reminds me of Ray Bolger. Who's Ray Bolger? The scarecrow in 'The Wizard of Oz'.
Sweet as they come. Mom hard working at low income and Dad constantly in rehab or the the hospital. An older brother who found fun in beating his little brother up.... Yep definetely one who needed me. I apparently love to be needed. LOL In truth it is I who needed my sons.
My real son Shane went into the Marine Corps. We used to hit the drive in together. My sons and I. Wesley would call me up and say "Guess what?" and poof he would appear to keep me company or get me to the drive in. No worries about entertaining him. He was happy to hang out. It was his choice to come to my house. Be my son from another mother. We laughed and yes drank a lil...now and then.. He made the BEST margueritas and would spike them with that "extra Wesley love" also know as whatever other alcohol was in the house. He was gentle. Soft spoken somewhat. But not afraid to join in on fun. We went to the drive in and used to have water fights in the car. It was ok...It was over 100 most nights and dried almost instantly. We laughed a lot...
I knew Wes was awesome... The night I learned my real son was destined to go to Fallujah (which never ended up happening thank the Goddess or God or Buddha) I was a wreck. Wes called and said " Guess what." Off to the drive in we went. I couldn't tell you the movies... Nearby the Modesto Nuts (yes that is their name-minor league team named because of our almond orchards round here) would have fireworks on a Saturday nite. Well I heard the 1st boom and the tears came. Each explosion of the fireworks was torture for me. He held me for a minute and was more a man that night than most grown men. I cried silent wet tears and he let me... just understood...Didn't try to laugh it up. He just let me have my moment of fear that most military moms face. I reached for his hand a couple of times not out of lust but love...
Just a memory I have of him. This gangly kids with a slight lisp. He is now serving in the Army in Afhanistan. I am as proud of him as I was my own son when he was in the corp... and Wes is exceling there. Structure works for the man. Right on. He met a lady in the army and is stationed with her in Afghanistan. He has asked her to marry him in a bunker with explosives going off around them. I don't know if it will last but again I believe we are all brought together for a reason. I was there to be his place of sanctuary and she is there for him to keep him sane and safe.
I get calls every now and then and he is enjoying his life overall. This kid is an inspiration to me.
Love you Wesley,
Come home safe.
and just for you Wesley since you freaking tortured the hell out of me with this for Shane I now use it for you. It fits. As you are also my son. Now why haven't u called me or Ryan or Geo in over a month? Not like you. I am worried about you!
