Musings and What-not

What matters most to me is the blessing of a new day. What matters most to me is to see the smile on my son's face. What matters most to me is the deep friendships I have gained. What matters most to me is the abundance in my life. What matters most to me is my awareness of all things. What matters most to me is the laughter. What matters most to me is the joy I receive in doing something for someone else. What matters most to me are the many blessings I've received... because of autism. I put this video collage together a few years ago.  Today's theme made it the fitting choice to share with you. Enjoy!

As I gaze at the curl-haired, handsome, brown-eyed boy that is my prince, I wonder where the time has gone. It seems like the past 7 years and 7 months have been an absolute blur.  His baby years seem as if they never existed. Don't think me silly.  Of course, I remember his baby years.  How could I forget them?  After all, I was the one raising him... alone.  I'm the one who has the treasured memories.  I'm the one who's been there for all of the tears... and for the laughter as well. He was a beautiful baby.  Often mistaken as a girl.  Those curly locks.  Those ridiculously long and eviable lashes.  That smile. {sigh} I remember how serious Nicholas used to be.  He could stare down the most feared mobster and not even blink.  He wasn't transfixed.  Meaning, if you moved, he'd continue staring forward.  Not Nicholas. He would actually follow you with the hardest stare.  I used to joke that it was the Sicilian-half in him showing off.  Basically, letting you kno...