That’s the only way I can describe our weekend. Perfect.
From the weather. To the activities. To the company. It was 3 perfect days and I am grateful.
This year was different.
It was somewhat of a turning point for us.
These are the nights I think they will have long term memories of. I hope so.
(lest you think I am a neglectful mother – I’m not alone, there were dozens of other kids in the cesspool with him)
And he loved every second of it. He found his own solution (because god forbid we suggest anything to help).
He found a way to tolerate the sounds and enjoy the sights at the very same time.
Weather – clouds, rain, wind and thunder still weigh very heavily on his system.
But I’ve said it before and probably will for the rest of my life – baby steps.
Progress is always slow, but it is just that. Progress.
I’ll take it anyway it comes.