I know there are things that he doesn't get about my world. There are things about his world that I don't get. The things we do both understand, though, are special.
Everyone is on the same page in that we're all aware that autism exists. It doesn't mean that people accept it.
Surely he'd talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of "everything will be different next year."
A family is made up of many people. While no member should be raised above others to define you all, no member should hidden in the shadows either.
What followed was a ten minute game of angry Twister that left us with an awful haircut and an even more awful memory.