It’s not about individual milestones or checking boxes on birthdays.

I let him reach understanding on his own terms and celebrated when he did.

Love and redemption were waiting at the end of the path I tried so desperately to avoid.

Anything less than verbal language felt like it would be a disaster.

Lucas doesn’t do crocodile tears. Although, they’re practically the size of crocodiles.

Over time, he’ll defeat today’s challenges too.

My kid is never fake. If he’s happy, he’s happy.

The will to push on and do his best lives inside him. It’s part of who he is.

You can’t buy Lucas’s love. It’s not for sale.