Sample Saturday

All the moments in time lead up to the moment in time where the connections are made. I see them. I feel them. And I love them. Owen is making incredible progress and it is a beautiful thing to watch. He woke up early but he was excited; it was church day. All week I prepared him for it being on Saturday so he woke this morning on a mission. He slept until five and came to me. I told him to go to the bathroom first and then he could have his tablet. He went to the bathroom and then he went back to his room for a few minutes. I’m not sure why he went back to his room but I attempted to sleep a little longer. Our morning went fast. He was listening to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and he said, “that’s uncle wichard he in the sky” as the lyrics “up above the world so high” continued in the background. Whenever I wonder something about my son he answers it. I wasn’t sure how to explain that Richard is in our hearts but I don’t have to. He knows, Owen knows, and he reminded me that each of us can leave behind gifts of memories for the people we love. We got ready for church and he talked the whole way there. He told me that Santa was coming in a sled and I had to look in the sky. Santa is bringing him books he told me. He is getting several that he asked for and several that he didn't. He also told me he is getting his bike in January and it has pedals. He said he was going to ride it around the parking lot to the pirate ship which is what he calls the playground at church. We got to church and he went to his classroom and I went to the first service. He had told me several times he wanted to go in the little red wagon to hear the songs. When I got him from his classroom I asked him if he wanted to go see them singing. He said yes so we watched the whole second service. I wasn’t sure how long he would last but he picked a spot where he wanted to sit and we stayed. He asked for a hymnal like we had at the singalong and one of the pastors brought us one. It made him happy. He thought he saw or maybe he did see his eye therapist. He started yelling “delish delish” and got so excited. He calls her delish because he can’t pronounce her first name. He was a antsy and spoke out a few times when there was talking in different parts but he didn't want to leave. I made sure he knew we could at any time. He loved the singing. He smiled, squirmed, put his hands on his ears, and screamed with delight. Every time the music would stop he would say, “do it one more time.” I worried about being too loud or antsy but he's God's child and they encourage kids in the service so I reminded him several times to keep his voice low and I distracted him by signing the letters to the words in his hands. He likes the sensation of the letters being spelled. He was very excited all day about going and for him to sit there was amazing. I’m thankful for my Christmas miracle. I’m thankful he loves music so much and it moves his soul. When we got home he sat down in the middle of the floor where all his books were surrounding him and started reading them. His appetite was big when we got home and he ate country-fried steak for dinner. Calling everything chicken helps to make sure he likes something. When we left he said, “it’s nighttime” and made the fake snoring sounds. And when he went to bed he fell asleep making the fake snoring sounds. My heart is full tonight as I fall asleep. The gladness washes away my sadness and brings good cheer to my heart. I am thankful for today and the miracle of tomorrow. Your story is not written in stone. The first chapter may be complete but the end still has a story to be told. Smiles to all and donut daze!