I wish I could think of something eloquent to say, but my thoughts are swirled into the nonsense of sleep deprivation and the never quiet,
With Aquaman it is always Legos. The Dude can be much more creative. Greystoke likes blocks. And books. But we read a lot of those while he is also on the potty.
He is such an amazing husband.
He is such a sweet Daddy.
It's absolutely ridiculous, we have been married for 9 years, but I can't describe what it feels like to suddenly be getting "I love you" texts from him while he is at work.
|Greystoke is pretending to nurse on The Dude....|
Thankful that he no longer has to work 2 jobs. That I can look forward to his coming home every night. That we can spend full days together even if they can't always be weekends. God is so good. He has provided so beautifully that most of the time, looking back over my life, over the potholes and the wrong turns and the tragedies, I can't really believe it.
It has been such a relief to see Aquaman return to his normal, albeit quirky and occasionally prickly self. There are still moments. And there is still the occasional time of tip toeing.
But Aquaman minus school is the Aquaman I know. He is not depressed, he is not anxious, he does not isolate himself.
He just finished a computer coding camp and had a really amazing time. Next week he will go to our church's 3 day camp. He has attended all of their "Totally Tuesday" events and what I have come away with is that he does just fine socially when there are more adults per children to sort of maintain order, and when he can spend time with older children. His "friends" at church are the teenage chaperones. At camp, his "best friend" was an 11 year old boy. He just doesn't know how to relate large groups of same age kids, and I don't know if that is such a crippling thing or not.
But we are hopeful for a much better year. We are talking about it a lot, and he starts freaking out a little when I bring it up, but hopefully by the time we get there he will be ready. It has really been the fastest summer ever.
One again, I would recommend to have your visual learner last. It's a big sigh of relief.
A couple of times a week he sneaks into our bed in the middle of the night when he wakes up. He always goes at the foot of the bed on JT's side because he knows JT will let him stay, but there's just no room. As I carried him back to his bed that night, remembering how he could have been swept out to sea,I was overcome with gratitude.
So I am trying hard to walk by faith and not by sight.
To watch what beautiful things He is going to do.