Storm damage led a sales crew for a roofing and home repair company to book a month-long stay at her vacation rental. Three weeks after the storm, under a Full Blue Moon during harvest season, a single father and his darling toddler checked-in. They talked. She stayed. They all quickly began to feel more at home than they had ever expected. Something felt familiar, magnetic, and loving, guiding them to open their hearts to the connection which felt destined from the first hello.
A couple of weeks in to getting to know each other during a very sweet courtship, primarily led by the toddler who declared them as "we are family" by day three, she was standing at the sink. He said, "so, I need to tell you, I've served time in prison." She asked what was the reason, listened, then unflinchingly declared her support of him for the process ahead.
She learned that he was still on probation and had been granted a travel pass for work, but would soon need to return to his "district" over a thousand miles away. She had observed how hard he had been working for the sales job, despite his medical condition driving severe pain and landing him in the ER, during which she swooped in to care for him and his child. He disclosed the predicament he was in given the need to earn, the medical concerns, and his young child's needs especially given the the attachment rupture by the mother several months prior. All of these needs stood in contrast to the demand his probation officer would surely issue before much longer, that he return to his district although he had just walked into a loving, stable, peaceful, wholesome, and nurturing home and situation for both himself and his child.
Indeed, the probation officer did call him to return, giving him a couple of weeks to get things in order, without regard to the medical condition, availability of medically necessary treatment, the financial needs and opportunity, nor the emotional/relational needs of the father or the child.