Having an autistic son is an adventure.
Dickens said it best--the best of times and the worst of times.
Dirty diapers at age 17 is no party.
But smiles, eye contact, hugs, and kisses are priceless.
This is my story, the story I will own. The story I will write, along with my son.
We have many years left together, and we will live, laugh, and love as we write each chapter. Hour by hour. Day by day. Year by year.
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