I was sitting on the couch with coffee in hand when Owen woke up. He came and sat on my lap. I love mornings like this. He was so calm. He rested his hand on my face numerous times and I was thankful. After about thirty minutes, which was a very long time for him, he started moving and almost getting up. I said, “you have to go potty” and instead of saying, “yes ma’am no ma’am” like he always does, he said, “in a minute”. With many of our conversations I can predict the next line he is going to say so when he says something different it’s very exciting to me. He was very animated as the day went on but everything thing had its place and had to be just so. Doors, drawers, and ducks must be in a row or at least closed or open. It’s the rules. And it depends on which door or drawer it is whether it needs to be open or shut. He spilled his milk. This usually gets big squeals, instead, he said, “oh man”. This again felt huge to me, no screams for something that normally gets big screams. He tripped over something and he said, “be careful” and followed it quickly with “are you ok”. My go-to phrases quickly coming out of his mouth now when he does something that could hurt himself. He wore an orange shirt with deer on it. I will ask him what color he is wearing or what he has on his clothes. Generally, he will tell me the color of his shirt but he won’t tell me what character or design is on his clothes. I asked him what color his shirt was and he quickly told me orange. Then I asked him what was on his shirt he repeated orange and then said, “grey”. I took him to stand in front of the mirror and I asked him again what was on his shirt, he told me, “grey deer”. I wanted to dance. As the day closed he came to me for a kiss on his forehead and then he gave me one too. Through moments of change, we both grow. Follow your heart, share your smile, and make your dreams come true. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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