I think we both slept better last night. Owen woke ready for his favorite day. School and therapy for the win. I’m so thankful he loves going to school. We got ready to go to the bus stop and he couldn’t wait to get out the door. The moon was bright and he got very excited about it. He started telling me about it and said, “the moon was hiding”. As we stood there the clouds began to cover it. I asked him where it was hiding. He said, “up up in the sky behind the clouds”. My heart jumped for joy. He then asked me if it rained on the moon. I told him that I didn’t think it did but we would have to check. He then got mad at the moon because it was hiding. I explained that the clouds would move and we would be able to see it again. By this time he wanted to ask Siri about gorillas, kangaroos, and bunnies. As he started asking Siri all his questions that clouds moved and the moon was visible again. “Hear it”, he said pointing up to the moon. He went on, “jump jump in the sky touch it”. He often wants to jump up to touch the moon. He moved back to asking Siri questions, dismissing the moon. This time he moved on to phrases in different languages. He now throws the word “kangaroo” in like it is describing part of the sentence. “I want chocolate milk please kangaroo in Arabic”, he continued. The pure joy that washes over his face meant the bus was here and Siri was forgotten at this point. As the bus turned the corner he started jumping up and down with excitement. He couldn’t wait to get on the bus. His morning bus driver has been with him since he first started school and I’m very thankful for him. I picked up Owen from school to go to “therapy therapy therapy” and he was happy. He yelled at me a few times in the car but he did pretty well for the drive. His therapists said he did well today and listened to instructions. When we left he asked for “chicken nuggets french fries iced coffee iced tea not iced tea cheeseburger not cheeseburger”. I love how he orders. When we got home he devoured his meal and asked for more. The boy can eat. Ten piece chicken nuggets and french fries do not last long and he always wants to give me chicken and honey mustard hair but I try to convince him not to stick his fingers in my hair. I let him stay up a little later than normal and I’m hoping that will help with sleep. Thankful for his words, his smile, and the music that he played for me on his xylophone and harmonica. Yesterday is written in stone and remember tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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