Just over ten years ago one of the sweetest little boys I know was born. I remember sitting in the hospital holding him and thinking that there was something very special about him. Almost two years later (I think) he was diagnosed with Asperger's.
I remember sitting under the apple tree at Grandma Harris's as he pegged Aimee with accuracy and force that I didn't know a child of his age was capable of.
When I got pregnant with Tylor he was so excited he had been telling his mom for several weeks before that he wanted a little brother. He was so excited when he found out I was having a little boy and had decided they were going to be best friends.
This is one of my favorite pictures he had stopped by for a few moments right before I headed to a horse show. The Peterbilt hat he's wearing is something he was distraught without. He's got a particular order that he goes through Grandma's house when he enters.
The last time I saw him he was reciting his time tables....It's been so amazing to watch the transformation as he's grown and gotten the help he's needed. When he was diagnosed he was developmentally behind and to see him in a normal classroom is such a blessing.
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