I promised I would tell you about the results of the neuropsych. I will, but not now. Right now I am sitting with my boy on the no-longer-butterscotch-colored couch, watching Family Guy. (I know, Mother of the Year, right here. Thank god all the jokes go right over his adorable Aspergian head.) He is eating the Steakums sandwich I just made him. (Is that stuff even FOOD? It's his new thing.)
And I am just feeling happy to have him with me. Grateful for small pleasures. I don't take anything for granted anymore.
You know what else I am grateful for? You guys. The people who read this blog. Who sometimes reach out and let me know you're there. And who sometimes don't, but I can feel you there, anyway. You probably don't know what that means to me, that you have our backs. It is an indescribable feeling. It is wonderful.
Thank you. And now back to our incredibly vulgar television programming.