“You know I really do like Alpine Valley,” he mentioned as he sat at the table this morning.
“You do?” I asked, I hadn’t realized that he wasn’t sure before.
“I like being there,” he paused for a bite of his croissant. “I still want to homeschool again, like when I’m a teenager or something. But I really like being there now.”
The process of being him isn’t a straight line, it is a series of stair steps, this thing called healing isn’t one I can force. But quietly in my heart I celebrate every time I see the next piece of him fall into place. Last year at this time there were so many tears, now there is laughter and smiles even in his sleep.