Owen slept all night in his bed. I could tell he was still tired when he got up. He ran towards me, and I scooped him up for a hug. I sat on the couch, holding him, and he didn’t move out of my arms for several minutes. I love those moments when they feel calm. He wasn’t worried about anything, and neither was I, for at least thirty seconds. I got him ready, still having a calm morning, and off to the bus stop we went. He had the same reactions as we passed the building, as we did before. The smiles are huge. He was having a great morning. When we got to the bus stop, he was more animated than normal. Every time a car stopped at one of the stop signs, he yelled, “hi everybody it’s Owen”, trying to look at the cars, and looking at his backwards hand to see it waving, all while jumping up, and down. His excitement, and the connections, made me overwhelmed with gladness. This is my little boy, he has trouble connecting himself to his name, and yet here he was yelling who he was. These are the moments that propel me through our days. These tiny steps are the hugest of victories. Nobody heard him in those cars, they didn’t stop to talk to him, but the pure joy he was expressing was wonderful. I stood there, as the bus drove away with my sweet baby O, and I thought about all that lead up to this moment. It’s not easy for him to process everything, and yet the connections that he is forming with his body are shining through. Owen is starting to wave greetings to people; I never knew if that day would come, even though I believed in him. He can count to two with hand now, as well. Keep moving forward my sweet baby O, keep moving forward. Every step forward is a step, embrace it, and know there are still great things to come. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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