Sometimes I get so caught up in the appointments and therapies and sadness and emotions that I actually forget Cooper is a 4 year old boy. An extremely sensitive, precocious, naughty little boy who is obsessed with hugs and holding hands. Who squeals every single day to be tickled and chased and thrown in the air. And a little boy who just mastered waving hello and goodbye and believes that when he waves to a person the situation should be over immediately. Sigh, my sweet boy…if only that were true.
Autism or not he is still Cooper. And, oh my gosh is he cute. So many times when I tuck him into bed I kiss him and smell him for a lot longer than I probably should. I can’t help it though. I pretend that that is no sadness or uncertainty in his future. Or mine. Just happiness.