LENA
Eighteen months old and Evan said "Dada" for the first time.
During their weekend visit. Caleb texted me immediately with a video. Evan pointing at him, saying "Dada, Dada." Caleb scooping him up, laughing like he'd won the lottery.
I watched it three times and cried every time. Not because Evan said his first word. Because it wasn't Mama.
Court granted unsupervised visits last month based on Linda's glowing reports. Now Caleb gets every other weekend. Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Forty-eight hours without my son. First handoff was hard. I stood in Caleb's doorway clutching Evan's bag.
"I packed extra diapers. His favorite blanket, the blue one. He won't sleep without it."
"I know."
"And his stuffed bear for naps. Bedtime is seven-thirty, not eight, or he's cranky."
Cale
