My trip to get Jerry is nearing it's end. I have spent two and a half weeks in New Mexico, where I was born and raised. The focus of this trip was to bond and love Jerry while we prepare to bring him home to Hawaii. Home. It is funny how that word has evolved as I have grown into adulthood. Until the end of college, home was at my parent's house in Artesia, New Mexico. As I wrote in an early post, Artesia will always represent a portion of the word home for me. But for a journeyman like me, home continues to evolve. I am a firm believer of taking every chance life gives you and that belief has taken me across the country and now an ocean. Home evolved from childhood memories and comforts to tiny apartments tucked away in New York City. Home becomes lifelong friends I have met along my journey who all represent and hold different memories and pieces of my heart. Home is the first house Derrick and I lived into together. Home is Dillon, Jerry and the love I have for them and their siblings. Home is now on old Hawaiian style home in Manoa Valley. My journeys have taken me everywhere, but I will forever be grateful that Jerry's journey led me back to my New Mexico home.
The trip was just what I needed. Rarely in my fast-faced, hustle and bustle life do I get an extended period to decompress and reflect on the journey I have led in my life thus far. I arrived in New Mexico two and half weeks ago pretty manic and wound up. I could physically feel it in my body and my mind refused to relax. The comfort of my parents and the comfort of New Mexico are just what I needed. I needed the chance to reflect on the journey that led our family to Jerry. As the weeks passed, I could feel my body and mind relax which allowed me to bond with Jerry while beaming with pride and gratitude for my husband and son back home. I am very proud of Dillon, Derrick, and myself. We are all journeymen and all our journeys have led us into our new home, The Lee Home. The Lee Home is filled with love, passion, dedication, and laughter. I cannot wait to get Jerry there this weekend.
But for the first time in a long time, as the plane circles the Sandias and heads West, I will miss New Mexico while appreciating the comfort it provided me during this powerful trip.
New Mexico will always be my "true" home.
Right when we brought Dillon (our oldest son) we quickly realized we needed to think of what he would call us! He quickly named my husband Daddy and upon hearing his 2 year old friend call one of his 2 dads "Doda", Dillon decided on Dodie. After years of constantly lobbying for "Papa", I have grown to love and adore my name Dodie Here is a blog about my journey as Dillon and Jerry's Dodie!
My son Dillon was in foster care for 1,377 Days. We finalized our adoption of this firecracker boy in March of 2015 a few months before his 6th birthday. We are now in the process of adopting Dillon's younger brother "Jerry" from foster care! This blog will help paint a picture of two gay men raising two boys in this every changing world.