I have many childhood memories that allow me escape from the monotony of adulthood.
Playing outside
Running
Jumping
...just being outside from dusk till dawn
I remember
camping and hiking
and, bike rides all day long
Swimming till my fingers and toes were waterlogged
and chasing down the ice cream truck
Seeing Grease and ET a gazillion times at the drive in
Riding rollercoasters
Going on vacations
...and sitting on my grandmother's lap for hours.
The list could go on and on.
Everyday something sparks a reflection of my past and it makes me wonder, what will HE hold onto as childhood memories?
Will it be memories of therapies and doctor visits? or strict ABA protocols?
or will he, too, be able to reflect upon those joyful times.
I hope one day he will be able to tell me.
Oh, Dear God, PLEASE let him be able to TELL me...
But for now
Today
I thank you, God, for the snow.
