I've been having the weirdest dreams ever. I don't know if it's the medication or what but they're getting odd.
I was in an apartment. Lights go out. I run without shoes (which normally I can't run but this time I am) down the hall. I'm running from someone I don't recognized, but not totally afraid of. I run more. I end up in a house, going from room to room. I finally get out and roll down a hill. I look back at the house and realize I really loved the look of the home. I look down and I have white shoes on. I start to run into the woods but turn around and start to go back to the apartment. And I don't really want to... Then I wake up sad.
This guy. What can I do I say about this wonderful man. I start by saying...Happy birthday, son. I can't express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be your mother. What a honor it is for me to raise such a fine human being. Thank you. I marvel at all you do and everything you have accomplished in the 22 years you've been.on this planet. School. Work. Friends. Family. You would take your own shirt off your back to help your fellow brother. I admire you for that. Your work ethic puts others to shame. Showing everyone that Autism isn't going to stand in your way. I stand all amazed by you. My hero. My love. My Son. Have the happiest of birthday my sweet boy. Forever and beyond ❤
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