I would say this situation is hardest on Wil. He doesn’t understand as much as I’ve explained it. I’ve heard the response, “I don’t understand,
“The gate is closing in four minutes, ma’am.” An airline representative said to me as I sat on the floor with Wil. “Yes, thank you.
“Oxonya,” Wil whispered in my ear. “Oxonya? Is that someone in a movie?” “Ugh, no!” Wil said. He leaned again to whisper in my ear,
This morning I said to Wil, “You have school today.” Wil was sitting criss-cross applesauce on the couch. He had his lap desk balanced on
I ran into Wil’s room and started cheering, “It’s Friday, it’s Friday, it’s Friday!” He rolled over, giggled, and pulled the covers over his head.
“Slippery rocks ahead!” It was a dark, pre-dawn August morning in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Headlamp lights bounced off the rocky trail. It had rained the