I have not spent a birthday eve without reflecting on the beginning, the middle, the where we are now. There has been so much said about you, people you have walked past and with and far beyond… whispering the path of your days.
A baby girl at 11:20
You two haven’t left the hospital yet but here are dresses for today, tomorrow, her first day of preschool, kindergarten and Easter of 2001.
We are recommending physical, occupational and speech therapy.
It is hard to say at what point those sounds may become words, or if they will at all, but we will work on it.
“Hot dog” and “cheese” (your first)
We do not recommend a general education setting.
She cannot sit on the story rug because she cannot tie her shoes.
You have how many coming? Her grandparents? Two uncles? Her great-grandmother? Great Aunt too?
There is not a day that goes by that she doesn’t make me laugh.
I have never seen her without a smile on her face.
She no longer needs assistance in math class.
I will never look at autism the same again.
Your daughter, she just brightens my day.
She has taught me so much more than I have taught her.
Thank you for sharing her with us.
She gives the best hugs… has confidence in herself… is the sweetest student in my class… loves everyone the same… does not see any differences… has surpassed all of our original goals.
A baby girl at 11:20.
My baby girl, 17 years ago.
The first to teach me about loving far beyond what I ever knew possible, that “family” is so much more than two parents and a goldfish and that the world is best seen with your eyes closed and your heart wide open.
Happy Birthday to my first born, I hope I have given you a whisper of what you have given me.
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