Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
When one has a dream come true only to have it shattered, dreams pretty much lose all of their allure. It’s a difficult struggle - gaining the strength to ponder, to let your imagination wonder, to allow yourself to become vulnerable to the possibility of heartbreak – but I can say that it’s worth it.
After Blossom I didn’t think I could love again, trust the universe again, and believe that my dream could be filled with beauty rather than sorrow.
It took well over a decade, but when the time was right, I knew.
This is the face of a second chance; a second chance to dream, to believe, and to love. His name is War Council, or as I affectionately call him, Will. Named after my late Grandfather, William F. Gorman, he is strong, inquisitive, affectionate, and courageous.
We’ve only begun our journey together and, although I’m anxious, I couldn’t be happier. My heart has had time to heal and while it still hurts, it’s has a place for him. The good thing about dreams is that even though they can take a scary turn, sometimes they’re not over. And sometimes - not forgetting how beautiful they can be, is all you ever needed to look towards the future.