Thankful

Erik and I have had two really good days together. We pressed our foreheads together and laughed at our own private jokes. We ate those junky fruit snacks from Costco together in the car and made rude yummy noises. I even slid down the stairs on my bum this morning when he asked me to (Note to self: Never do that again without rigging up some sort of an ass padding system).

I am flying high once again.

I am incredibly thankful for my son. I am also thankful for the girl who found me somehow on line and needed some words of encouragement that I was equipped to provide because of my experiences. I am thankful for the wonderful weather today that allowed Erik to ride his therapy horse outside. I am thankful for the unexpected warmth that washed over me when I told his grandparents of his latest accomplishments. I realized once again how incredibly proud of this son of mine I am. It is an honor to be his mother.

Giving myself permission to express my feelings here, no matter what they may be, has made me more aware of what is right in my life and let me let go of the bad. I hope that my doing this gives others encouragment to do the same. I know that it is sometimes hard to read. This is a total roller coaster, ain't it? I savor every bittersweet moment--tears, snorting laughter, heartache, woo hoo moments, and all.

Erik just ran into my office. He's half awake with his hair in a giant sleep-swirlie and talking nonsense. He made it up the stairs in this semiconscious condition and let me sweep him up in my lap, after which he said, "We're gonna have a BIG CHRISTMAS" and started singing "Oh Christmas Tree." He smells a little like cookies.

I can count my blessings today.