Tonight was an ordinary night. Dinner without Jared who was working late, chores with grumbles, Family Night with eye rolls, showers with wet floors, prayers with bums in the air (I hate that!) and one other thing. Harris read a book to me. But instead of the usual fussing, followed by a lot of, "I can't read!"s, followed by a lot of stopping for help and subsequent frustration, Harris read, with little help and a huge smile on his face, a book that was pretty hard if I do say so myself! He did SUCH a good job and read just like an old pro. Just like he walks and talks like an old pro. It brought tears to my eyes and made me think of how at three years old, when I sent him to Preschool For Children With Disabilities, I wondered if he would ever walk or talk. He would crawl and sign and point to little pictures in a book but I truly worried and wondered if that would ever change. And boy has it! That guy runs like the wind at recess while he plays tag with his friends. And we all know he can construct a sentence that includes the wit and sarcasm of a grown man. It is miraculous to watch him meet and conquer life's challenges and he reminds me, in his own happy way, to keep chipping away at my own obstacles that lie between me and my divine destination. I will get there, just like he keeps doing.
