I heard commotion. Then I heard “pull pull pull.” I heard that many more times but by this time I was awake and up. The clock was fuzzy but I think it said after two. I got to the living room to see Owen on the floor with the curtain I use to block the light from his room. Occasionally he pulls them down and I guess today was one of those days. The curtain rod was stuck under the chair. I’m not even sure why he took it from the hall to the living room since his ultimate goal was his tablet he had in his hand. He never wants the door to his bedroom closed but the lights in any other part of the house were too much for him to handle so I put the curtains up to help. Once I got the curtain hung back up I told him it was still nighttime and he could go back to his bed or my bed. Surprisingly he did not even attempt to take his tablet to my room. He put it down and off he ran to my bed. Thankfully he went back to sleep and at some point, I did too. We have to get going a little quicker in the mornings because his bus will be arriving earlier but the good news is they will pick him up from our house. I’m thankful with winter coming because I’m not sure how he will handle any snow on my pants and if it will be like rain. I asked him “what’s your favorite part of school” and he said his teacher’s name. This makes me very happy. When he came home I did the octopus song with him per his suggestion. He’s starting to get the movements a little more. He told me to “order it Elmo colors” but I’m not sure if that’s what he said because I showed him a book with that name but he was like no and walked away. I only had veggie straws and the puffed corn he likes. He told me “triangle straws order it chips circle order it.” I think he has this order it thing down. He was very calm tonight and I was very sleepy so we made a good team. I hope he sleeps better tonight and tomorrow is a great day for him. I’m thankful for his words. He kept asking me to kiss his forehead and every time he would say “mwah” as I kissed his head. He is making all kinds of connections and I’m beyond proud. Never give up. My miracle looks at me with the brightest blue eyes. Remind yourself every day you are amazing. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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Owen slept all night. I did not. I went to his room and he was sound asleep but as soon as I walked out he followed me. We had the “school school” discussion and that I would be picking him up for therapy on Thursday. Routine, we have to have routine. I do not want to tell him yet that we will be going to the specialist that day. We have to drive several hours for the appointment and then drive back. Plus, he will be missing his regular therapy sessions so it will be anything but routine that day. Add in that he won’t have school that day and it should be interesting. I am truly praying it goes well and we start going in a new direction for his needs. For some reason, Owen puts one veggie straw always under the pillow on the couch. I’m not sure why he is doing this but I have randomly been finding them. As soon as I move it from there another one seems to appear. I wonder what other gems I’m missing around the house that he has hidden. Besides me not wearing the right clothes he did great this morning. He told me what to wear when he came home since I didn’t wear what he wanted me to when we went to the bus stop. I didn’t change and thankfully today he was calm about it. I always try to get him to take off his shoes as soon as he gets home but he generally runs all the way through the house. There is still mud on the street from when the water was flowing from the burst pipes. He came in and noticed a leaf on his shoe. He bent down to pull it off and he got mud all over his hand. He immediately went to wipe it off with his blanket on the couch. I was able to stop him before it went everywhere. I held his hands and was able to get his shoes off. We went to the sink and he let me help him wash it off. My sensory seeker wanted to run through the house with his hands full of mud. “Mud fingers,” he said as he started flapping his hands around. Oh, how happy he was. He came to me showing me something on his tablet. We talked for a minute and I put his tablet down. I started having him do hand claps and high-fives with me. It was kind of in a rhythm so I started saying words. He then said, “octopus” so I made up a song with hand motions. He didn’t get all the motions but he stayed with me for over fifteen minutes working on it. “Octopus octopus octopus I want to swim with an octopus,” I sang out. I did a different movement for each part of the word. He loved it and he was really trying to get the movements. This was huge growth. He said, “now that’s just sad” while playing his game. I’m not sure where those words came from but he was losing. He told me he wanted to make a smoothie. I told him we could and he said, “no banana today.” I said we can make it without and he said, “nopedy nope” so I wasn’t sure if that was nope for the banana or the smoothie. He rounded out the night with asking Siri to say numerous phrases in all the languages she translates into. He laughed and laughed and laughed. It was a pretty quiet night compared to most and he told me he was not going to fall asleep as he did. I’m thankful for his growth and his huge smile. Grow your own happiness by remembering to be kind to your own soul. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Owen slept until a little after four. He came to me with his tablet on and wanted his backup tablet. I told him he could only have one tablet at a time but he needed to go back to bed it was still nighttime. That meant he went to the living room but then he at least played quietly. He was ready for church and didn’t want to wait until of course it was time to go and then we were in slow motion. He was watching the kids cooking shows and told me we needed to make a smoothie. I asked him what kind and he said, “strawberry and banana.” He said, “order it.” He is starting to understand that I don’t always have the supplies or items he wants immediately so I always tell him I will have to order it. He told me “blender makes noise.” I had other groceries we needed so I told him I would get it so we could make them when we got home from church. We went to church after he put his own socks and shoes on. I gave him plenty of extra time because I knew it would take us a while. He doesn’t want to put his socks or shoes on by himself anymore, who would, but I tell him he has to. Me handing him his socks means he is going to run around the house with them and possibly leave them someplace if I don’t stay right there with him while he is doing it but he got them on. He did great at church and wanted to get his chicken nuggets and cheeseburger on the way home. After he ate lunch he was ready to make his smoothie. I have learned he is very determined and he now absolutely cannot handle the smell, sight, or taste of bananas but because he made the smoothie he drank the smoothie. His choice. I asked him if he wanted some and he took the cup drank maybe a teaspoon size and said, “yum it’s delicious” and was gagging the whole time. He then told me a different recipe with carrots and many other ingredients that he for sure will have to tell me again if he wants to make it. I made the smoothie completely from the instructions he gave me based on the instructions from the cooking show he watched. He told me to add the banana. It was completely gagging him as he watched me and then told me to throw it in the trash. He gave me each of the next steps. “Add the yogurt get carton milk throw in strawberries,” he said. Then he told me to mix it. When he was really little he loved bananas. Then when he got a little older he would have huge meltdowns over seeing them but he still would eat them if I put them in something. After years of working with him, he would at least tolerate them so he wouldn’t have a meltdown over seeing them but now it has become a complete sensory overload for him. I told him we didn’t have to add bananas next time and he said, “blueberries.” I’m glad that even though the bananas were his suggestion he was able to handle it and even tried some of the smoothie. I made the mistake of asking him if he wanted to open a smoothie food truck and he said, “need a seatbelt.” Maybe one day we’ll have a smoothie company. I asked him after church if he wanted to do anything besides making our smoothies. He said he wanted to “go see the elephant frog and bear.” I’m not sure where those are but when he can tell me I’m sure we’ll be going. He asked for the binoculars again today. After showing him several and going between monoculars and binoculars he decided on a blue pair of binoculars. He told me to “order it” and off he went to his treasure chest saying “in the box come.” The dream for tomorrow is the happiness continues from today. Be inspired, be thankful, be joyous. Smiles to all and donut daze!
The world sounds so loud right now to me. I’m trying to process my brother’s death. But yet here’s the world still demanding my attention, still making me put one foot in front of the other. I think back over the years and it’s like when I found out Owen had autism. The doctors told me he might not talk and I told Owen they were wrong. Sure they have to tell you that or so they think but if he could say one word or verbalize one sound there was hope. And I needed the hope. The words the doctors said would not defeat us before Owen even had an opportunity to grow. I told him he could find the right place in his brain for his words. I knew he could do it and he just had to set his mind to it. He said his first word “duck” very early on and then no more words came for a very long time. But if he could say a word he could say more. I am not a big fan of change or for my own plans to not be written in stone but here I was with a child that has autism and routine means everything to him. I am learning to adapt and change the best I can to help my son in every way possible. Last night proved to me that the possibilities are endless. But I was beyond exhausted from all the planning and the adventure getting there and back but every single second was worth it. He slept until about four and then got into bed with me. We thankfully slept a couple more hours and he slept peacefully. Me not so much. He was very calm when he woke up. We had a few little moments but he did fine except when things were in the wrong place. I took him to “grandma’s house” and he was so happy. Later in the day, I met them at the park. He likes to go up the metal slide but he wants to hang on it and not go down. I told him he was not going to be allowed to go on it if he sat there and hung on it. We had to leave the park. We went back to “grandma’s house” for a few more hours and he did great except when I tried to cross my legs or walk and then he needed to fix all of my clothing. On the way home, it was a gift. Only a couple of the lights bothered him and he only talked about it raining once even though it wasn’t raining but the wonderful thing was all the singing. He sang and sang and sang. I loved every minute of it. Sometimes I would like to drive around the block a hundred more times and other times I wish the car could fly home. The night went quickly and my favorite part was when he sat with me and answered my questions about what we did yesterday. He answered each and every one. It was amazing. And he told me he wanted to sing on stage. I told him he would one day he just had to set his mind to it. Like everything in life the plans may change, the directions aren’t always clear, but we keep learning, and loving, and growing. Today Owen wanted pumpkin pie for his new treasure. I wonder what he’ll think when he taste it. Every day is an adventure and with eyes wide open we can embrace our future. Live life forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I woke up with a funny feeling. I went to the bathroom and there was no water. I looked out my front window to see the water rushing down my street. I went back to bed. All I could think is thank goodness I got my coffee ready last night even though I have bottled water but the bigger thought was please don’t let Owen figure out we don’t have water. He got into bed with me around three. We both fell back asleep and I was out too quick to know how many tosses of turns he did. I woke again before my alarm and the water was still rushing down the street. My new thought was how are we going to walk to the bus stop with the water because he will want to play in it. Luckily I was able to distract him enough that we talked about it but he didn’t go into it. All week I have been preparing him for our Friday night adventure. I wanted to take him to a food truck and music event near us that our friends were playing at. Owen loves the Minnie’s Food Truck app so I thought he might want to go see our friends and the trucks. I always try to show him real-world experiences that relate to games or videos he likes. Each day we talked about it and he would say, “food truck on Friday.” Half the emotional battle for me is trying to take him places that he says he doesn’t want to go to but truly he loves going to places. It’s the unknown that’s hard on both of us. He had a different bus driver today on the way home and they drove in the opposite direction to drop him off so he was incredibly upset about it. He needs routine to look the same under all circumstances. The bus driver told him she was sorry she didn’t go the same way and next time she would. Thankfully I was able to center him and he still wanted to go to the food trucks. It was a little rocky on the way to the event but he did great once we got there. He does not like traffic at all and no matter what he has to distract him he still focuses on how slow the traffic is going or if we stop for any reason. I took our picture when we got there and he lifted his glasses up for the pictures. And he smiled. That made my night. We had some nachos and he asked for chicken. Then he started spitting in his hands so he could wet my pants but this was progress. He is processing what happens when jeans become wet and he wants them dry. He is going through numerous steps with this. For him to realize that his spit makes my pants wet is huge and then the act of him putting it in his hand and then putting it on the pants is another huge step. His mind is amazing. He didn’t want to leave but I didn’t want to push it. He stayed in the little red wagon the whole time and laid down at one point. I told him one more song and we stayed for three because he didn’t want to go. After three he didn’t say, “stay one more song” so I started heading out. So many little wonderful things happened. He signed I love you with me and that is hard for him to do with his hands. He let me help him snap his fingers to the best of the music. I took his fingers and clicked them together like mine. The band sang Down This Road and Old MacDonald for him. He wanted to get in the food truck and have them put his seatbelt on. And when we got home as soon as he got out of the car he said, “monocular binocular telescope,” pointed to me, and then said, “order it pirate’s treasure.” Then when we walked in the door he walked over to the chest and said, “treasure in the box come.” He talked about singing on stage with the guitar and playing the harmonica. He even had a great trip home in the car. He was then teetering on a meltdown because I put the shirt that I was wearing on my bed when I was still changing. I’m truly not sure how this became a thing for him but he was screaming to throw it in the trash. I finally was able to calm him down and not throw my clothes away. I’m holding on to tonight and the amazing moments we had at the food truck event. I’m beyond thankful for a night that we were able to do something together. Never give up hope for tomorrow. There are miracles all around us that happen every day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Praying for another night of sleep for my sweet baby O. When Owen sleeps all through the night it’s quite the opposite for me at first. I tend to get more used to it if he sleeps several nights in a row but still takes me a while. I’m not sure how many times I checked on him or listened for him but he slept all night. He was still sleepy when he got up. When we got done to the bus stop he wanted to hear “Old MacDonald” in all the languages. I truly wonder how many languages he understands. On his tablet, he can change the words into tons of languages and I’m beginning to believe he knows where some of the countries are. I am amazed at how much he knows and after talking to his teacher today I see the connections are even greater. When he got on the bus this morning the bus aide was helping him with the different steps. He had told me that Owen wanted to say goodbye to me so he told him to turn around and wave to me. I am so thankful for all the caring people in his life. It is wonderful to have people that take the time to go through all the steps with him. He had his therapy today and the therapist told me he did really great and was working through some of the things he had struggled with before. I gave him the choice of going for a walk or taking a long bath and he chose a bath. He loves sitting in the bath and me playing videos for him. It was a pretty quiet day for us except for the blue pants checks, making sure nothing was in my bed, and telling me to not do several of the things I was doing like singing. He, however, sang for me numerous times and that always makes my day. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Let yesteryear go and know that your future can be amazing. Smiles to all and donut daze!
It’s all the little things put together that lead to great victories. I have to remind myself of this even when they feel like moments that are full of struggles Owen is learning and moving forward. His behaviors aren’t always because he wants to do something wrong or to be mean but rather because it’s either a learned response or something that he does because it is sensory-related or emotional. Or so I tell myself. He can’t seem to sleep all through the night right now so each night he comes and gets in bed with me. And each night I wish I had a double king-size bed but it wouldn’t matter because I would somehow still get a toe up my nose. I got up to go to the bathroom and he starts screaming at me. He does this guttural sound when he wants me to not do something. I got about five feet from the bed and he was not happy. I knew where this would lead if I didn’t stop and get him fully awake. I told him it was time to get up for school and he could either yell at me or go to school. He changed his tune to “school school” and I went to the bathroom. I got a cup of coffee and I turned the light on. That’s when the next set of screaming started. He wanted the lights off. I told him that I was getting coffee and he would have to get ready for school soon. When I came back to my room he was still in bed. I started “roaring like a lion” and he laughs and laughs and laughs. I gave him a big kiss on the top of his head and told him he needed to go to the bathroom so we could start getting ready. We still had about thirty minutes but I have to get him going or it doesn’t go very smoothly. I helped him get dressed and I told him he had five minutes and then we would go to the bus stop. He sat on his balance ball and then proceeded to bite his pants. He put his knee up to his mouth and kept doing it. He then told me his pants were wet and he was upset. I told him to stop biting his pants and that we needed to get his safety belt on so we could go to the bus stop. Instead, he ran to the bathroom to get his towel to dry his pants. He is constantly trying to figure this out now. I am glad that he is making a connection to how his pants are getting wet but it’s still hard and I don’t want him to have a meltdown because of it. When he came home from school I asked him if he wanted to go to the park or for a walk. He wanted to go “see firefighter man.” I told him after he ate his snack we could go see if they were there. When we got there the bays were open but they weren’t around. They were probably eating or something and not in the main area. I told him we would go for our walk and then come back to see if they were around. When we walked back by they still weren’t in the main area so I told him we would have to come back another day. I want him to understand we can’t always see them so I was kind of glad that they weren’t there so we would be able to talk about it. He handled it well. He even wore his firefighter hat on the walk to show them which I thought was cool and I told him he could show them next time. He was watching a video of Mickey Mouse on the farm in another language I didn’t recognize and I asked him if he could say cow in French. He changed the language to French when I asked him the question and he laughed. He came to me later and brought me his tablet. I could tell he wanted me to see something because he handed it to me which he only does when he wants something. He started singing a shape song and he wanted me to hear him. His eyes got so bright and his smile was brilliant. He grabbed my hand so he could swing it with the beat and he started singing. When he was done he said, “square has eyeballs” and ran off laughing. The shapes on the video all have faces and dance. These are the moments that make me happy. His voice is getting stronger every day in every way. I love when he shares these moments directly with me. He fell asleep quickly and I’m hoping tonight we get back on the sleep trail. Your smile is meant to be shared. Find your strength and keep moving forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
It seems like it was closer to one in the morning when I looked over and Owen was asleep next to me. He must have been in stealth mode because there wasn’t much moving last night. When it was time to get up he wasn’t exactly happy that I turned any of the lights on and screamed “no” like he thought I hadn’t been down this road before. I asked him the question I always ask because I always know the answer, do you not want to go to school? “School school,” he said. I knew the answer, he probably knew the question. I started singing the little ditty I made up for him. “You gotta get up up up to start our day day day even when you say no way you gotta get up,” I sang out. He finds no humor in this. I went on to tell him that if he didn’t get up he would have no time to play with his tablet before school. Off he ran to get his tablet and he was quickly reminded he needed to go to the bathroom first. I showed him two pairs of socks and I asked him to choose which ones he wanted to wear to school. He chose his Spider-Man socks. It always makes me happy when he selects new things. We were walking down to the bus stop and the moon was still out. He said, “it’s nighttime moon jump up in the clouds eat the moon,” he said. I told him he would have to jump really high to eat the moon. I love when he has an imagination about something. We saw more bunnies and he hopped again for me. When he came home from school he took his shoes off but still had his Spider-Man socks on. He ran to his treasure chest and said, “brown socks for my treasure” or so I think. I asked him to repeat it and he said, “I want treasure please in the box come.” I asked him what he said he wanted and he didn’t repeat it but went on to say he needed the key to lock his treasure. None of this was prompted. It happened as soon as he walked in the door. Then I showed him his Spider-Man mask and he put it on himself, took off his glasses, and then took off the mask, and put his glasses back on. It was lots of actions and conversations in a quick amount of time. I couldn’t get him to tell me what treasure he wanted for his treasure chest but hopefully we can figure it out. He told me in the morning he wanted me to wear my pink hat. I thought wow how far we’ve come because anytime my hair was pulled back or I had a hat on or even if I moved my hair off my shoulder he was would have meltdowns from this. Now here he was requesting me to wear a hat. I put it on to meet his bus and he was so happy. As much as he has been singing his scales lately I can see him singing on stage one day. Earlier he was singing and I said I love when you sing the scales. He said, “mommy get on the scale numbers heard um.” He always wants me to stand on our scale because it talks but I love that he made the connection from the singing scale to the weight scale. He was very calm tonight and for that I was thankful. We talked about our week ahead and the different things we might do. I’m trying to get him to understand we can do numerous different things all week but still have a routine that works for us. Or so I pray. Now I have to consider all the options that could happen and go for it. By the end of the week, we’ll see how much I want to push everything. One day at a time and onward we move. I’m trying to remember to breathe. Grief isn’t something that ends overnight and so many of my steps throughout my days are faced with a reality that I’m missing a big chunk out of it. I pray every day for calm and peace. Owen is doing amazing. His little personality is shining brighter than the moon and his laughter dots the sky with the stars. Find your joy, share your smile, and know that tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Three o’clock in the morning has become the new time to switch beds. Thankfully Owen has been falling back asleep when he comes to my bed. And thankfully he didn’t do quite as many flips as he has been doing once he comes to my bed. Years ago the length of my pants and how they fell on top of my shoes were a great concern for Owen. He would constantly bend over to fix them. We cycled through this and he moved on. Until now. It’s back and it’s constant again. You get to a point you don’t know which behavior to work on and which one is feeding or triggering the next one. On the way to the bus stop, I had to remind him multiple times not to touch my pants. He was so happy when he saw the bus turn the corner. I love how much he loves the bus. His excitement for the bus is such a joy. I’m thankful he loves the whole school experience. He may not love all the things he has to do at school but he loves his teacher and the routine that goes with it. Plus, he is learning so much. When he came home from school he knew he was going to his therapy and seeing some of his favorite people. He was ready to go but we still had about an hour before we left. I explained to him that if he got upset about what I was wearing, even though I was wearing exactly what he wanted me to wear we would not go, and if he talked about it when we were there we would come home. I’m trying to get him to think through his actions and how he can redirect his energy. At this point, I’m trying everything. My heart aches for him and this is so unbelievably hard. I can’t even walk two feet without him stopping in front of me to fix my pants or for him to talk about blue pants as soon as he sees someone. The meltdowns come in spurts so I never know when they will happen or if they will happen. I’ve been researching behaviors and other parts that seem to contribute to it. I’m hoping once we start seeing the specialists they will be able to help with this. When I stood waiting for his bus to come around the corner I put one leg in front of the other, and I immediately thought about how he would come and try to uncross my legs even if I was standing up. He did well while we were at his appointment. He mentioned blue pants several times but one of the times he stopped himself from saying it. His therapist noticed right away and commented that he did great. We got home without a meltdown and thankfully the traffic and rain were in our favor the whole time. He was in a great mood when we got home. He listened pretty well and told me what he wanted for dinner. The laughter is what makes me the happiest. There’s nothing better than his giggles. He sat playing on his tablet and the laughs made my night. He sang for me numerous times throughout the day and I could see the sparkle in his eyes when he held my hands to sing his scales. He doesn’t always hold my hands but it seems like when he does he is more focused. I’m so proud of him. Our days are not always easy to explain but the love sure is. I know that each step he takes forward is a step and that’s what is important. I remind him the possibilities are endless as long as he believes in himself. I want him to know that he can do anything if he sets his mind to it. Today I’m holding onto the laughter that’s the song in my heart. Find your inspiration and let it motivate your world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
What I got is exactly what I needed, a mostly sleep-full night, mostly. I fell asleep later than I meant to and cried harder than I should have for more reasons than I want to think about but I got more sleep than I have in more nights than I can imagine. Owen came to my bed at some point. Luckily, he fell back asleep and I waited as long as I could after he did to go to the bathroom. I didn’t want him waking again. I was able to fall back asleep but was quickly woken up by a foot in my spine. A queen-size bed is truly not big enough. Although I really don’t think a king would work much better because Owen prefers sleeping in a somersault fashion. The great news is he slept until after eight. I was in and out at that point but it was certainly wonderful to get more sleep even with a toe up my nose. He was ready for church when he got up but it’s still always a process to get us going. It’s easier in some ways to get him ready for school because there isn’t much time between when we wake up and when he goes. With church though there is more time, we have before we leave. He did better than most mornings though and even the ride to church was calmer for us. I kept asking Siri to translate different animals into languages and he was thrilled. When we got to his classroom they had found his megaphone. As soon as he saw it the smile on his face said it all. He was so thrilled and I was thankful that found it because I couldn’t even imagine where we lost it. I don’t know why I’m amazed at everything Owen retains but his memory seriously rivals a computer. I’m working with him on his comprehension skills and his connections to events. He has a hard time answering questions that need a follow-through or that are based on information from past events. Tomorrow we are going to one of his therapy sessions that we only go to about once a month. I kept asking him questions to see if he could figure it out. I didn’t want to tell him until he guessed so throughout the day I gave him hints and then asked him a question. He was able to finally tell me and I was thrilled he was able to come up with the answer. He is using more of the phrases he is learning from videos or apps that he plays. He is constantly adding and deleting apps because he likes to see certain ways or screens they show. He started doing a review on an app he was downloading and he said, “two minutes downloading and then you can play again.” I’ve heard these words so many times I know that each section is from two separate app reviews from two different people telling the features of the apps. It’s truly a gift that he stores everything in his memory. “Say hi Owen dog on the stairs,” he said quickly when he was staring out our front window. I braced for the meltdown but thankfully I was able to distract him with his dinner. He used to only get upset when someone was standing on the corner. Now when my neighbor lets their dog out, that isn’t even the lady or the dog that he originally got upset about he wants them to come to say hi to him. But it’s actually the furthest thing from what he really wants them to do. He wants them to be on the corner standing where the lady stood. After years of piecing this all together and I still wonder if I have any of it right. I do know that he has cried himself to sleep more nights than I can imagine over the years because of people that are or aren’t outside our window. This isn’t even something I can predict. I have thought about putting a film on the window so we can’t see out but that isn’t going to help him learn coping skills but maybe I’ll overthink this too. The highlight of my night was when he was standing tall in the living room and doing his scales on his own. He loves music even though sometimes he doesn’t or acts like he doesn’t. He’s brilliant at it too. He has a natural rhythm about him and we are working on his fine motor skills for him to be able to play some of the instruments he still tries and his voice is beautiful. He knows how to harmonize and it was very important to me that music be a focus for him. So when I hear him playing one of his instruments or singing his scales without me prompting him it makes me that much happier. These are the little victories that lead to his huge accomplishments. Some days all the edges feel rough but the middle part is like a fresh baked warm gooey cookie. I pray he sleeps tonight, I pray for strength tomorrow, and I pray that happiness and giggles are shared by all. Laughter is truly music to your soul. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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