When life gives you lemonade you can’t make lemons from it but you sure can rejoice in the moments that made the lemonade. We slept all night and we both woke up on a mission. One of our missions that we both agreed on was “church church church” and the other one makes us both happy for different reasons. Owen woke up talking about church and then immediately went on to mud. Oh how much he has changed in the last few months. My anxiousness, my anxiety for rain isn’t completely gone but it’s lessening. When for years and years and years rain has kept you on high alert it’s not something you let go of overnight unless you are ready to let go of it like Owen did or for now he did. He’s my little miracle but he also cycles through things that cause him stress like doors and windows not being closed the way he wants them to or light shining through the window wrong. I had paper covering a window over my door because the meltdowns were daily when the shadows would come bouncing across the room. My heart still breaks how much he would cry over that one small window. The other day we came home, he looked at the window from the outside, walked inside, and asked me to take off the paper. He has questioned the light and tells me “Paper gone” but when I ask him if he wants me to cover it again he says no. I hold onto the progress even though I question when he will want me to cover it again. We got ready for church and off we went. I asked him to sing in the car for me and he immediately started singing a song in Spanish. I recognized the word “church” in Spanish but from there I wasn’t sure what else. He then sang a couple of other songs and I think one was in German. We got to church and he was excited to get to his classroom and see his favorite people. After church, he was ready to find mud. Unfortunately it wasn’t as wet as he hoped but he had a great time playing on the equipment and he even rode his bike a little. And I can certainly tell why his tires need air. He also realized there were many hills and trails. He wanted to go on them. At our church, they have a bike park. I would love for him to go on it but I know he is not ready for some of the jumps so I can’t let him go with only me there. I would want him to stay in one area but I’m not sure if he would want to listen once he got in there. One day I have no doubt he’ll be able to do it but even if he is ready his bike wasn’t. His tires were almost flat from all the rocks he was riding over. He wanted to make sure we went “the brown underpass way” on our way home and then to see the windows and the stoplight. The rest of the day went fast. He wanted to take his bath early and he almost put his clothes on by himself. He talked a lot about his day ahead and he is very excited about all his activities. I’m so proud of all that he has accomplished and the progress he is making. Dream of the possibilities and watch them happen. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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