Tonight I'm not thinking on the rough stuff that happened—Caleb trying to manhandle me outside the house to take him for a car ride; Caleb eating porkchops, macaroni, and spinach by the fistfull; or Caleb peeing a small lake, on the floor next to the toilet—no, I am not. I mean I won't now. I will go to sleep thinking on the beautiful thing that happened. I sat at the table in his room, building with Legos. He sat on the end of his bed, looking through books, and also building with Legos. At some point, I noticed that he had placed his foot against mine and kept it that way for about ten minutes. He was calm during this time, and happy. So was I.
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Rhonda, I had no idea what the shoes were like that you are walking in.
This post was so incredibly simple yet sweet. "he had placed his foot against mine and kept it that way for about ten minutes" that line said so much to me.
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