The thing about having a kid with special needs is, the sorrows are intense.
But so are the joys.
When Max does anything for the first time, I could practically do a cartwheel.
When he brings home an art project, I’m in awe.
When he attempts to say words, I’m gleeful.
When he dances, my heart dances.
When he sings, my heart sings.
When he laughs, I laugh even harder with him.
When he’s happy, all is right in the world.
Ellen blogs daily at To The Max.