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My daughter, who is precocious and somewhat wise beyond her years, has spent a lot of time adjusting to all of the changes that will take place in our home.
There have been some bumps in the road and some times when she wasn’t sure how to love Winn-D without diminishing what she had with her mommy.
Tonight’s conversations showed me that she has come to terms with most of these things.
She is nothing but genuinely happy about this marriage.
And with my loss of widower status, I will lose the title of single father as well. So in lieu of that, I spent the evening the only way that seemed appropriate: alone with my daughter.
After the rehearsal and subsequent dinner, we drove the 30 minutes back to our hometown (where we will continue to reside) and stopped for ice cream before heading back to the house.
I am not naïve enough to think that marrying Winn-D will cover over any moments of grief I may have in the future.
One of the things I have enjoyed about being in a relationship is that I suddenly transitioned from outcast/social anomaly to someone who completely fits in.
Now, I have always fit in to a proper level, but I have written here about the many times, especially early on when people clearly did not know how to make me fit.
So for that reason, I plan to leave these writings up, even though I no longer plan to add to them.
One of the surprising things has been the support I have received from widows.