I wish I was artistic. I mean like sit down and paint mind of shit. I wanna have an art studio. With an easel and a platter of paint. I wanna paint trees and Mountains. Landscapes and cabins. Bob Ross style. Or abstract art. Something that looks wierd it odd to one looks brilliant to another. Light streaming through the windows. Drafts on the wall. Tapestry hanging on the walls. Scarves on the lamp shade.
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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