The early trend continued and I hadn’t even told Owen we were meeting his grandma so she could take him to school since I had an early appointment. He was up once again sometime before four wanting to start his day. This week has been full of appointments, activities, and changes and all of those affect his sleep. He was so happy once he found out that his grandma was taking him to school. He also couldn’t stop talking about how happy he was about going to the dentist.

He went to Google Earth and pulled up the field where they do the Special Olympics and said, “I don’t have to go there anymore.” I told him that he did not have to go to the event if he did not want to be told me “I’m a big boy stay at school.” I am beginning to think that not only is it that he wants to be at school for the routine but also because it is too much for him when he goes places and it is sensory overload. I have learned if he doesn’t want to do something there is no convincing him and this feels like something he is doing so that he feels more in control of situations and I can understand that.

We got ready and headed to meet his grandma. He had been talking to me all morning about how excited he was to meet his grandma, go to school, have Mommy pick him up, and go to the dentist. Plus, there was lots of horse talk. I’m so thankful he is excited about it and I’m praying it all translates to him having a wonderful time with the horses.

I picked him up from school and he was beyond excited to go to the dentist so she could count his teeth. He wanted to go a specific way so that we could drive by the high school he was not going to so he could see if the boy that lives in another state that he has never met was at the school that neither of them is going to. His brain never ceases to amaze me with what it comes up with.

We got to his appointment and they let us know the dentist was running behind. My little talking companion kept me very busy so the time passed quickly. He wanted me to find the elf on the jet ski in his game but every time I moved forward he pulled my hand off his game. It’s always it’s always interesting how he wants me to play but he doesn’t want me to do anything besides exactly the moves he wants me to do.

When we went back to see the dentist he was beyond thrilled. She is the most patient and kind person and truly cares. She includes him in all the steps and makes sure he knows what is happening. He talked to her the whole time and even told her about reading to the horses. She said his teeth looked amazing and there were no problems at all. He didn’t want to leave and sat there for quite some time before he would get up. He asked to go back in May when his teeth would be “cranky” again. I told him we didn’t have to come back until his next checkup in November unless his teeth didn’t feel good. He said again they would be cranky in May. He will do anything to get back to his people. I’m thankful he loves going and it isn’t hard for him when we are there, most of the time.

He wanted to go to Tudors for dinner but they were closed so we got Chick-fil-A and he was extremely happy when we got home. He ate all his dinner and then took his bath. After that, it went a little sideways with screaming because I didn’t go directly to my bed. Sometimes I feel like I’m the kid. He stopped screaming and went to bed. Sleep happened quickly and I pray that he sleeps past five. I set up his new clock but he isn’t looking at it yet to make sure what time it is. I pray he will soon. I’m thankful for happy teeth and them not being cranky. Celebrate your victories no matter how big or small, celebrate them all. Smiles to all and donut daze!

I fell asleep praying Owen would sleep all night but I think sleep has become an optional part of life. One o’clock he came to check if it was time to go to school, two o’clock he wanted to go read to the horses, and at four o’clock he decided that it was time for his tablet. These times do not reflect the times that I woke up as well. He was at least calm about all of it with no screaming.

He told me he was both happy and sad about his actions with his doctor yesterday. I could tell he was thinking about it all. He told me that he thought it was funny. I asked him if he thought screaming at people was funny and he then said, “it not funny it sad.” I asked him if he wanted to go back or take a break. He said, “Go do exercises.” I pray he means it.

It’s always interesting how our mornings go. He was beyond ready to get to school. We spent lots of time talking about yesterday, thinking about today, and wanting to know about the days ahead. We got dressed and it wasn’t long before he was off to school.

He came home with so much information flowing right out of him. He wanted to go read to a “Dunbar middle horse” combining several names together. He also said he was not interested in going to the Special Olympics. He would stay at school, he told me, because he doesn’t have to go since he is a big boy. He told me that the horse would go to South Charleston High School with him. I couldn’t keep up with everything he was telling me. He said he was going to decorate for Christmas so he could see “Night Santa” sooner.

I didn’t mention that we were going to see the horses on Thursday until he started telling me all this. Sometimes if I tell him things too soon it makes it harder on him. He said he wanted to show the horse how to ride a bike and he wanted to ride in a horse wagon. He was being extremely descriptive about everything. Then he told me he was going to invite it to his birthday party. I loved all the details. He wanted the horse to come indoors to sit with him at lunch. It was cracking me up with how many things he was saying and what he wanted to do. He kept going until he finally sat down to eat his snack.

He was very calm all night and I was not rocking any horses. He took a long bath and then came to sit with me in the “white bed” that now has had a pink blanket on it forever but I don’t think he will ever change the name. He told me numerous times he was going to behave tomorrow so he could go to dinner.

I am hoping sleep is in everyone’s future for tonight. I’m thankful he had a good day. My infusion went well today and I’m thankful I’m only feeling a little queasy from it. Tomorrow I go for my echogram and after school, Owen goes to the dentist for a checkup. Another busy day ahead. Each day is a gift. Through challenges, I learn how much sweeter our victories truly are. Let today be your guide for a beautiful tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!

The good news Owen slept until five. He was calm and very happy that he would get to do his favorite things even though he was anxious about all of them. He knew he had to do his exercises and concentrate on doing them and not clothing or screaming. I told him that the only way we would meet his grandma or do anything else is if he did great with his behavior and music therapy so we were in a holding pattern. I woke up many times but at least slept more than I had the last few nights.

He wanted to know when he was going to school and he was beyond ready to get there. I told him he still had a few more hours. He said over and over how he was going to behave today and what he was going to do at his therapies. I prayed and prayed and prayed. The amount of tears I have shed over these moments is exhausting. The screams he shouts at me in between the moments make my heart ache for moments of calm. I shiver knowing that I never have any control over these situations. The only thing I can do is take him completely out of them but then how does he ever learn to deal with them the isolation would be incredible. My heart aches. He was off to school and I prayed for an incredible day for him.

Clothes and clothes and clothes. That is all he talked about. I picked him up from school and he immediately started giving me a hard time about what I was wearing. He wanted a dress and I was in camo pants. He wanted to go see his grandma and I immediately said no as he was yelling at me in the car. All his talk about not mentioning clothes was gone. He talked about everyone’s clothing and screamed at me while we were there. His therapist said he did fine with her. He was talking to himself some but was doing well with the exercises. We got home and I prayed he handled his vision therapy fine but I was anxious about it just the same.

He told me he wanted a pizza if he behaved. I told him he could have anything he wanted if he behaved. I was praying but it did not go according to plan. His doctor is beyond amazing though and supportive though. The screaming, gum, pants, and a little bit of her shoes were his focus. The yelling, licking, and tearing of her papers were how he spent most of the appointment. He was so calm once again as we left, wanting her to walk him to our car, and can’t wait to go back next week. I cannot figure out the emotions he is trying to connect to.

I ordered a pizza anyway hoping that it would make him calm. It worked. He was so happy about it. The night was filled with behaviors and then him trying to fix them. I cannot figure out how he is processing it all but I don’t know how to help him through it or how to make him understand that these behaviors are unacceptable. I am praying for answers.

He said, “Read to the horse.” I haven’t told him yet we are supposed to go this week. I pray for a calm rest of the week. I pray that we can both learn and grow through these moments. Nighttime was him standing next to my bed for thirty minutes repeating over and over he wanted to go to school tomorrow. After so long of trying to distract him and get him to focus on something else I stopped answering. The screaming began and I just lay there crying. I finally said that if he wanted to go sit in an empty parking lot all night and wait for his teacher we could do that. He decided to go to bed. I fell asleep crying.

I pray for a better tomorrow. I pray I figure out answers to how to calm him in these moments. And I pray that he makes these connections and moves forward quickly. I prayed a little more for a good night's sleep. Tomorrow I go for my second infusion out of eleven. I’m thankful that the finish line is in sight. The challenging days lead to great victories and I know I will see his amazing light shine through. Never give up hope for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!

The Easter parade came marching through some time by three. Lights blaring, feet pounding, and the screaming to the crowd of one. Owen was ready to celebrate Easter and celebrate it big. I’m not sure that I am doing the right thing but I feel like he is making progress with thinking through everything so I’m sticking to the plan of staying home since there was more screaming and he wasn’t settling since he woke up. I prayed he would find his calm. I know he wants his routine but I feel like he has got to make the connection to this screaming thing.

For hours he talked almost constantly and if he wasn’t talking to me he was walking through the house yelling to Siri or Alexa to translate something. He was a zombie even though he was wide awake. Plus there is no way I could drive with no sleep. I know someone would have picked us up but I couldn’t even think at that point to go to church.

He told me he wanted to go see the snails in the pool. “They taste good no they taste nasty don’t eat snails,” he said. He asked Siri to translate “Sure go to grandma’s house that’s fine” in all the languages. I can only imagine how many he knows how to speak or understands.

As the day went on there was no nap but he was slowing down. He almost had a meltdown over possibly or not possibly having an egg hunt tomorrow on the bus or not on the bus and at school or not at school. Once we did not settle that he moved on to waiting to go to Dairy Queen with his grandma after music tomorrow and after his dentist appointment on Wednesday. I told him I didn’t know because it depended on what was happening and his behavior tomorrow.

He randomly came to me throughout the day saying “Dear God” and then we had to pray for one of his people. I’m thankful for his incredible heart and how much he cares about his people. He loves fiercely.

He went through every tablet cover color he has ever had and what we had to do with them. He does not forget a thing. He will randomly pull up the text and ring sounds on his iPhone and play them. He thinks it’s hilarious but yet when my phone rings he will scream or talk the entire time I am trying to have a conversation. I’m constantly on pins and needles if I will get through a conversation without him screaming and now it’s one of his favorite things to listen to as long as no one is talking back.

He is ready to go see the Children’s Therapy Clinic’s “Night Santa” in November. He keeps asking how many months away it is until he sees him. We remained pretty calm for the rest of the day. I think exhaustion had hit both of us. I pray tonight is the night for sleep for everyone. He was ready for tomorrow and saying all the right things. He wants to make sure he does all his exercises at his therapies. Oh, how I pray for that to come true.

He has started reading my text messages while I’m typing them. It is wild hearing him read or try to read some of the words as I type.

I’ve tried switching his bedtime until later but it doesn’t matter if I keep him up later he will still wake up at all hours of the night. He doesn’t like going to bed late except when occasionally he does when he can’t settle. Tonight he could hardly keep his eyes open and it wasn’t long before he was asleep. I pray for sleep and a great day tomorrow. We have a full week ahead. He made sure he laughed for me and I was beyond thankful for his laughter. Let laughter fill your heart and bring you joy on the days you need it most. Happy Easter. Smiles to all and donut daze!

The party started very early here. He immediately knew we weren’t going anywhere. He took his tablet and started yelling at Siri to translate take you to grandma’s house that’s fine in Arabic. He then was laughing and running through the house. I told him to go back to bed so instead he sat at the table yelling try again tomorrow to celebrate Easter with grandma. We had a busy couple of hours.

I told him that we weren’t going anywhere. I felt like I needed to stick with it hoping he would make the connection. He was beyond tired. I want him to make these connections so that he stops screaming. I understand about waking up early but it’s the behavior I want him to work on. It feels like he can’t process it all. If he would go back to his bed and not have the huge behavioral moments it would be a different story. That’s what my focus is on.

He was talking to me about everything. The descriptions were amazing. It’s a “fruit garTen” he told me as a farm scene came across his screen saying it with a heavy T sound. “Long neck,” he continued when a giraffe walked by. I can tell he is having to use more words at school to get his point across and I’m loving every minute of it.

We ordered breakfast as a gift from my mom. It was really good and Owen liked it a lot. He ate all the pancakes and part of chicken fried steak. I asked them to put it on the side but they didn’t. He likes it okay with gravy but better without it. He ate the rest of it for dinner.

I tried to get him to play his harmonica and he was doing everything but playing it. I told him that whenever I asked him to play his instruments anymore he didn’t want to do it. I asked him if he liked playing music with his therapist and he said yes. I told him one of the reasons he goes to music is to learn how to play music but if he didn’t want to play anymore I could cancel it like we did with baseball and soccer. I listed off all the instruments we had and told him I could never get him to play them. He immediately changed his tune, literally. He went and grabbed his drum and started playing it. I feel like he is starting to make connections and maybe listening to me. I want him to enjoy the activities that we go to so hopefully he will see it differently now.

He was talking about seeing his vision therapy doctor on Monday. We had gone over several times that he needed to go there and concentrate on his exercises. He told me that on Monday he needs to do his exercises. I asked him what are the three things he can’t talk to her about and he said, “gum, pants, and shoes.” I told him to give me a high five and while doing it he said, “Do exercises.” Oh, how I pray he does his exercises on Monday.

The day was filled with learning moments. I feel like he has made incredible progress and I pray it all translates to the days he goes to therapy. He can’t wait to go to church tomorrow to “celebrate Easter” so I pray he sleeps all night. His incredible smile makes this momma’s heart so happy. Let today be your focus on the victories of life. Smiles to all and donut daze!

There are days when I try not to focus on my emotions and instead focus on only the good stuff. I very much tried to do that today. Thirteen is going to be a time for growth for Owen. I see it, I feel it, and I know it. But the emotions for both of us are strong. He is learning how to deal with his emotions and I am learning how to deal with how his emotions affect me. Today I loved with all my heart to get through the moments of sadness and grief that came at me from everywhere for every reason. And we woke up early once again.

Having my beautiful amazing son has changed me. I thought I was a compassionate person before I had Owen. I thought I knew what kindness meant through all of my own experiences of being different in a world that says it is okay to be you but still wants to put a box around us. But having my sweet baby O has taught me that we have to be more understanding of what people are going through.

I never imagined I would ever have to say my son is having a meltdown because someone is eating a banana, parking in front of my house, wearing blue pants, opening a door, or crossing their legs, and the list goes on. These moments have changed my life. I have nerves of spaghetti most of the time waiting for all the shoes to drop while trying to figure out how to help my son cope with things beyond his control.

Today the wake-up call was before five o’clock but I didn’t sleep much last night from dealing with my emotions from the day. I look at yesteryear and I see the progress, I know the tomorrows of our future will be amazing, but I still sit praying for calm. It’s hard watching a piece of my heart struggle because of a world that can’t conform to everything he needs. He adapts, he moves forward, he repeats, and sometimes he regresses on things that may be sitting on a shelf to use later but it is hard when he struggles to do something he knew how to do a few days before.

He wanted to make sure I was happy but started talking about his grandma’s clothes and hair. He moved on to saying he wanted to make his therapists happy. I could tell he was thinking through everything. I asked him what he should do on Monday and he said, “Do your best.”

He wanted to talk about eyeballs and “pull a tooth dult teeth no pull dult teeth need dult teeth.” He hasn’t quite figured out that it is “adult” and not “a dult.” He ate all of his breakfast and lunch and wanted tons of snacks. He was not letting me out of his sight for more than a minute or two so I was just going with the flow.

He started yelling at me a bit ago because he wanted me to find something on YouTube and it wasn’t pulling up. He yelled, “type it in.” I told him that if he yelled at me for helping him I would not continue to help him. I told him I typed in exactly what the video title was and if he wanted me to do anything else he had to show me the video again so I could see who posted it. He said, “Sorry Mommy you help me” and showed me the video. So much progress has been made.

I said to Owen I hope we sleep tonight. He said, “Go to grandma’s” and I told him that if he doesn’t sleep tonight we are not going anywhere. Off and on all day long I could tell he was thinking about yesterday. I pray it has made an impact on him and he will be calmer in his therapies this coming week. Each day I pray for a victory for my sweet baby O. I think today he made a lot of them. Find the better in the tomorrows ahead because the todays can sour your soul if you let it. Smiles to all and donut daze!

This time it was the 4:30 wake-up call but I had been awake off and on all night so here we were. Owen was very excited about getting to see everyone today and being kind to his therapists so his teacher would be happy. This was my hope for his day.

There were many giggles from him and lots of sharing about what his day would hold. He wanted me to play his apps. Instead of him doing it he takes my hand and will use my finger to do the actions. This is something he did when he was first learning how to use his fingers. I remind him he can do it and I will watch him. Repeat mode was in full swing but he was oh-so happy about his day.

I’m thankful for how much he loves school. I hoped he would remain calm for his day and enjoy the egg hunt. I couldn’t wait to hear how it went. When we went outside to wait for the bus a car pulled up in front of our house and parked for a second. I wasn’t sure how he would handle it. The wheels are always turning in my mind how moments like these will affect our whole day. Thankfully they left quickly enough that he could return his focus back to looking for the bus.

I picked up Owen for his therapy and he had a bag full of goodies. His teacher let me know he had a blast. I’m so glad he enjoyed it. On the way to therapy, he was focused on not going to school tomorrow. He hardly mentioned his therapies at all.

Maybe summer is a time we should stay home more and let him regroup. I know it can’t happen but being upset about clothing is so hard. His therapist said he did okay but he couldn’t be redirected and wouldn’t let her work with him on many exercises. He yelled at me for several miles after we left. I told him I didn’t appreciate being yelled at and him talking about their clothes. He could tell I was very upset. When he saw his first therapist he immediately started talking to her because she was wearing blue pants and wouldn’t stop asking her about them. I just don’t even know what to do. When we got home I started crying and he knew I was clearly upset from all the screaming. He tried to find something else we could talk about and he told me he wanted to go read Curious George to the horses. I was happy he was trying to get through it.

I told him that we couldn’t keep going if all he was going to do was yell at people and not enjoy his sessions anymore. It breaks my heart that he focuses so much on what people are wearing that he can’t get past it to enjoy the moments anymore. I told him that I loved him over and over but that yelling was not kind and we had to be kind. I want him to understand it is not fair to his doctors and therapists when he yells for his sessions. I feel like it clicked more today and I pray that next time we go he makes this connection.

He came to me wanting a hug and to tell me he was sorry. I told him thank you. He sat with me for a few minutes and told me about his tablet. I’m not sure if he put himself or me in a timeout but he kept saying “timeout.” Before bedtime, he started doing his deep breathing exercises and told me to take a deep breath. I know he could tell I was upset but he was talking to me a lot and being very descriptive. He was talking about my mauve dress. He was saying it was tan and I told him it’s more of a mauve so now he is calling it “mob.”

By bedtime, he was plotting his Saturday with Grandma. I know it is a lot for him to process but we have to find a way where he is not yelling at everyone. He gets nothing from his therapies if he can’t work through this. I pray for a calm night for him and lots of sleep. My heart aches that it is so hard for him when he doesn’t see what he needs to see. His laughter and his big hugs helped my heart tonight. Each day I pray for answers and a way I can learn to help him understand. Love, compassion, and understanding go a long way to a beautiful life. Let kindness rule your days. Smiles to all and donut daze!

The four o’clock wake-up call came once again. I tossed and turned all night and couldn’t sleep either. The noises in the air kept waking me up every time I fell asleep. Luckily Owen took his tablet and went back to bed without screaming at me and I tossed and turned a little more before I finally got up.

We then spent the morning talking about licking everyone’s head. He thinks it is hilarious. I’m not quite sure how to talk him out of that. I don’t know what else to do about the licking. I have some lollipops but he doesn’t want them so maybe I will have to try something else to see if he will change his mind.

He was very excited about his day and couldn’t wait to get to school. Now that I have talked to him about his behavior and referencing how I will have to talk to his teacher about how to handle things like screaming he seems to be calmer when I ask him not to scream at me. I feel like it is a good connection for him and I’m happy that he is thinking through his behavior more. We stood out waiting for the bus and he said he was going to make everyone happy today and I had no doubt he would.

When he got home he had a lot on his mind. He told me he no longer goes to daycare, he wanted to go to the “city lie-berry” with his grandma, and he couldn’t wait to go to school tomorrow and therapy. He kept listing places he wanted to go but I always have a hard time convincing him to go anywhere. He was in a good mood though and that carried through the night. He was also ready to eat an eraser and lick heads but thankfully I was able to distract him from those conversations.

Next week is a busy week for us with many appointments for both of us. It will throw him off even though he is looking forward to his appointments. He loves going to see his different doctors for well checks and follow-ups but it is also hard on him because he doesn’t get to do his regular schedule with the bus.

He randomly said, “Pajama pants” and I asked him what he meant. He said his dentist wears pajama pants. I said, “What kind of pants does she wear” totally forgetting that they occasionally wear pajamas during the holidays for the kids. He reminded me of this but told me she would not be wearing blue scrubs but would be wearing scrubs the next time he saw her. The dude does not forget a thing and keeps me on my toes.

The night was filled with laughter and mischief but thankfully he was calm and bedtime went quickly. I pray for sleep tonight for both of us. His smile lights up my day and fills my heart with joy. Believe in yourself, know that tomorrow is a brand new day, and focus on the good stuff. Smiles to all and donut daze!

When I woke up I looked at the clock and realized Owen slept all night. I think it was the tenth time I had woken up but I was so thankful he slept. He acted like he was still sleepy and all I could think is I hope it translated to sleep again tonight. He was very calm.

I am trying to teach him to read the clock in association with when he gets ready for his day. I don’t want to get him so set on an exact time though because then if I’m off one minute he will focus on the timing and not that it is a range that we have to work with. I feel like it will be good to get him to associate with timing though and learning how to read the clock might help with bedtime. He was ready to get to school and he quickly followed my instructions to get us out the door.

When he got home what was a kinda calm Owen turned into oops I opened my mouth and from there the whole night changed. I’m sure they said it to him at school but I forgot Friday was a day off for them. They wrote it on his paper and I read it out loud. That turned into him asking every few minutes if he would see his teacher tomorrow and if he would be off all next week. He wanted to confirm all his days so I told him he is still going to therapy on Thursday but that wasn’t enough. This went on all night.

I am giving him more tasks to do with me. I’m trying to get him to understand more directions and more than one step at a time. I feel like he is at an age now where he can figure out the steps and follow through with them more. He still gets very emotional about anything I ask him to do so I have to make it more fun so he doesn’t have meltdowns when he can’t accomplish something or doesn’t understand the directions.

He was wound tight about a field trip that is not happening tomorrow and he wanted to answer everything incorrectly. He only wanted to say everything wrong so he could then say something else that was wrong to hear my reply. Field trips will always be interesting at this point. Wonder if he will want to go on another one. The field trip and answering incorrectly had nothing to do with each other but he seemed to figure out how to entwine them into one big looping story right next to the fact that Friday he has no school.

Get this dude some Christmas lights and night Santa, please. Every day he asks me when he is going to see Children’s Therapy Clinic's “night Santa” and when they are going to take down the flags in our town to put up the Christmas lights. He knows the answer is November but he still asks me every day. He is ready.

The night was a bumpy one with some screaming and then him telling me he was sorry. Thankfully bedtime was calm and he was able to fall asleep quickly. I’m thankful for how far he has come and I know the connections will continue to come. Choose happiness and let your heart be happy. Smiles to all and donut daze!

Owen slept all night. I got a little more sleep but felt like I could have slept for days. He wanted me to know he was very excited about his day and hoped he would get to see all his people. I’m thankful that he has slept better the last few nights and I hope the trend continues.

He explained that he likes to go to music to play instruments. I asked him what his favorite instrument was and he said, “ukulele.” He explained that his friend in the session gets to choose what they sing sometimes. He is making so many connections and I love that he is sharing this information unprompted. I am trying to not always let him answer in one word answers. I ask him to form a sentence. I can tell they are working with him at school too.

There was a post about where kids were reading books to horses. I told him that he could go read to the horses if he wanted. He first said no but over the last couple of days, he has been talking about the horses. I asked him again if he wanted to read to them. He said no once again but then quickly said, “Curious George.” So maybe he will want to do that this summer.

“Hair is off,” he told me when I picked him up from school for his music therapy. He explained about how I lost my hair and it was growing out. He was extremely talkative the whole way there. Thankfully he had a good session and he talked the whole way home about being calm with his doctor for his vision therapy. I started saying something about his behavior and he said, “Do your exercises no gum or clothes be kind to everybody clothes matter to you everybody gets to choose what they are wearing” so he covered it all. He told me to “breathe and take deep breaths.” I hoped this would all translate to his session.

We came home for a little bit and ate a snack then we headed out to his vision therapy. He was acting up and screaming. I feel like he is trying to work through emotions but he doesn’t know how to completely express them yet. This went on for about fifteen minutes and I told him that I was going to tell his teacher to see if she had some suggestions on how we could work on his behavior. The last ten minutes were a lot better than the first part. He wanted me to tell his teacher that she would be happy and he would behave. I am hoping this doesn’t backfire on me but he truly wanted to change his behavior to make his teacher happy.

He wanted to get Chick-fil-A on the way home and I was hoping we would make it home before the storms. We weren’t inside for five minutes and the sirens started going off. We went down to the basement and he wanted to make sure the leprechauns would be dispersed to the right places. Thankfully we didn’t get any tornadoes right where we were but I know there was a lot of hail and storm damage.

He was pretty calm the rest of the evening and wanted me to tell his teacher he was a “big boy.” I told him he was doing great and she would be very proud of him. Dinner led to a bath and then right to bedtime where he wanted to talk to me about his days ahead. As soon as he got to his bed he was out. I’m thankful for his progress and connections. He has truly come a long way. Here’s to a good night of sleep and an amazing tomorrow. Be thankful in those unexpected moments of calm on a stormy day and let your light shine bright. Smiles to all and donut daze!