I’m hanging to the morning light. The greatest gift came from my son this morning as he gave me a hug after he woke up. His smile was radiant and he didn’t even ask me about his tablet. Owen woke up late compared to our general wake-up time. He slept until way after six. I had already been up for several hours at this point and I heard him go to the bathroom. By then he usually goes to get his tablet but today he came to me. His smile greeted me before our words. He wanted “one hug” and that lead to more. In a couple of minutes, he ran off to play but I was so thankful for those moments. I got my coffee and I started his breakfast. I sat back down and he came to me with his map app open to the pizza restaurant he likes. “It’s like a stop sign,” he said. He went into a great deal about it. His words and connections fascinate me. He thinks the sign as a whole makes up a body. The top sign is the head and then the neck with the pole. The next sign is the belly and then he thinks the bottom pole is the leg. He was telling about the middle sign but he was making up things so I asked him if it was like his robot that his tummy lights up. He ran to get his robot and then he watch the videos about his robot. For some reason, he came back to turn off my bedroom light and I knew we would be in the dark again. Not much longer we got ready for church. He was happy we were going. He was hoping to see one of his friends that has been out of town for quite some time. I told him I wasn’t sure if he was going to be there and he told me but I want to see him. I love his connection with people. He did great at church and when we were getting ready to leave, he wanted to go sit in the auditorium so he could sing. He didn’t want to go ride his bike today and he told me he wanted shrimp for lunch. He asked to go to a few different places to see his favorite things, and then we went home and I fixed his shrimp. The rest of the day went quickly. His microwave and Play-Doh were the talk of the afternoon. He played a lot with both and told me he was going to cook me chicken in it. The Play-Doh and the container went in his tiny little microwave. He ate a huge dinner of real food not from his microwave and he had a pretty good night. Sleep came quickly and I was thankful for an amazing day. The hardest part is the hardest part. No matter what it is you will get through it. Some days feel long and lonely but focus on the joy, on the good stuff. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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