It doesn’t mean I let her do anything she wants. In fact, it’s the opposite.
It wasn’t me, as much as I want to pretend it is.
I’m his father. I view him through the rosiest glasses of all.
My boy is happy. He expresses it every day.
The worst moments of our lives haven’t happened yet, but the best moments haven’t either.
The moment we stepped outside, he lost it.
Hi, Blog. I’m grateful.
My special needs son has a sister whose point of view helps him grow in all the right ways.
This year, it’s Christmas for everyone.
What followed was a wonderful hour inside of a winter wonderland.