A long walk to town. A drink. The sun shining.
It’s the little things that make life good.
I’m now seeing these little pleasures as opportunities to model. To talk. To state the obvious has become an opportunity to converse.
Talking with the Ipad is getting easier, even slightly quicker. Dylan and I huddle around the screen eagerly awaiting what each other will say next.
In recent years I never imagined that Dylan would talk. Obviously when he was a baby and before I noticed anything was different about him I planned for him to talk as every patent does. But once Josh was born and he quickly overlook Dylans milestones and then Grace did the same leaving Dylan behind I had resolved many years ago that Dylan just didn’t have anything to say.
I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry I had no expectation. I now realise my errors and will work double to make up for the time we have lost.
Strolling on this warm afternoon I look over at Dylan; he will often run in front for a bit but then comes running back to me and will walk with me gently clutching my hand. I look at him beside me as his face tilts upwards to gain full strength of the suns rays and his mouth opens wide capturing the gentle breeze that blows around us. His eyes are shut as he takes in the warmth and tranquility of the world around him.
He’s so strong but so gentle
So brave but so timid
He amazes me.
New words today-12
Total words- 42