We walked to the car, the snow still falling on our faces. I was holding Owen’s hand, telling him to be careful. I’m always afraid he is going to fall. He takes the steps like they are a jumping board. We got to the car, and I let go of his hand. He had first notice the snow on his shoes as we were walking, he bent down to move some off his shoe, screaming a little. This could have gone one of two thousand ways. He might be fine with the snow, and he might keep screaming. As I was opening the car, he bent down to pick up clumps of snow; almost like you would pick the petals off of a flower. He threw one clump down, and would pick up the next, making a grunting noise with each throw. I wasn’t sure if he liked it, or he hated it. I quickly put him in the car, and off we went. Some days it’s easier to walk out my door than others. And some days it easier to sit. Owen is feeling better every day, but with sickness there comes even more sensory issues. He hasn’t had much of an appetite either, until tonight. I had fixed us dinner, but most of it sat on his plate. I hear the freezer door open, and as I get up to see what he’s doing he hands me a box of chicken. So the answer to the question, what do you want for dinner was chicken. And he really didn’t like what we were having for dinner, because when I started cooking his chicken my plate ended up on the floor. He ate all his chicken. Now he’s asleep in my arms. The day has been long. I’ve rejoiced, and cried more times than I can counted, shouting to God to help me. As we painted today he named words for each one of the letters of the alphabet. When he got to P, he said, “p is for paint p is for penguin”. To me that is V for victory. Celebrate your joys, let your sorrows go, and focus on your future. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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