You have to experience what someone else went through to appreciate how they go through it.
This 2016 post was the first time I had written about my son’s autism.
Just because someone is verbal, doesn’t mean they should speak.
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 moment we stepped outside, he lost it.
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.