I stood crying at church while I was trying to sing the songs. There were no words escaping as all the emotions washed over me. My grief has been heavy recently and today was another hard day. Owen thankfully slept all night. He woke early but at least it was all night. He immediately came to me asking about his tablet and wanting milk. As I sat up he realized he hadn’t said good morning to me. Truly I was still asleep so I hadn’t thought it through yet. “Good morning mommy I’m fine how are you tablet I want chocolate milk please,” he said. I’m always thankful when he has this conversation with me. I also realize how much it has taken for him to get to this point. I keep hoping his own words will replace the format I’ve taught him as an interaction but I’m thankful for how far he has come. These words start the conversation but I love those moments he is sharing himself. He ran off to play as he said, “church church church” over his shoulder. I went to the bathroom and he waited for me to get his milk. Since I gave him Google Earth I am amazed at everything he shows me. I can only imagine that he remembers every bus route he has ever been on. He showed me this statue and said, “burger boy.” The amount of information he has stored is astonishing. We got ready for church. He was not pleased that I put on grey pants and wanted me to wear tan shorts instead. I told him I would tomorrow and he reminded me of that many times throughout the day. He wore shorts again. I am still amazed he told me to wear shorts but at least we got through it with the grey pants. He did great at church but he didn’t want to go anywhere after church except to get lunch and then we came home. He drank most of his milk in the car and then when we came inside he put the container under the couch pillow. I saw him do it so I immediately told him to put it on the table. It’s always interesting to find things days later so I was glad I saw him. He was pretty calm most of the afternoon, wanting to make sure he was going to school tomorrow. He wanted to sing with me and he played his ukulele. He also played his harmonica. Then he wanted me to tickle him. He kept putting his foot in my hand saying “tickle” and laughing hysterically. Bedtime came and he once again was not ready but was out before I could walk to my room. I’m thankful for his smile and that big beautiful laugh. Sing your happiness from the rooftops and dance the night away. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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