Take these broken wings and learn to fly

I forgot to blog yesterday! Whoops. I was so exhausted after dancing my heart out the night before, hahaha.

Today was a good day! We were supposed to have a planned power outage for line maintenance, but that never happened. I think that means it'll happen tomorrow. 

My favorite part of today was right before I had to start the bedtime routine. Scott got stuck late at work, so I was solo with the boys. Andrew was playing with his big blue ball, and started throwing it to me. While Liam was watching us, he was laughing his tail right off. I thought since he was enjoying watching so much, he'd like to join in. I handed him the ball to "catch," and kept egging him on to throw it. Eventually he pushed it off of his lap back to me, and he was so proud of himself! Rightfully so. That turned into all three of us spending 45 minutes straight throwing the ball to each other. (Neither of them EVER spend 45 minutes straight doing anything at all, bahahaha) They even threw it back and forth to each other!!! Andrew was a little hesitant to throw it to Liam (even being a bull in a China shop, he almost always is so careful around Liam), but he threw it right in front of his beanbag! "A" for effort, without a doubt.

If you'd have asked me even a year ago if they'd have legitimately played together instead of their usual quirky relationship, I probably would have laughed. I never really went through the phase of wishing the boys didn't have their diagnoses. Obviously there was a process to go through for both boys personally on an emotional basis, but I never really found myself wishing they were different, if that makes sense. One thing I've always felt a little ping of jealousy with, is when you see the absolute cutest video of a big sibling meeting a baby sibling for the first time. That's the only thing I ever really wished and longed for that we didn't have. As much as they've always loved each other, they never really interacted with each other, unless Liam was having a not so nice moment during one of Andrew's meltdowns. (We quickly redirected that. I'm glad that didn't take too long.)

It makes my heart absolutely soar to have them enjoying playing with each other. Actually playing with each other, and loving every second of it.

Moral of this crazy long story, is that I'm just so grateful. I'm grateful for them individually making so much growth. I'm grateful they've been able to grow with each other. I'm just. So. Grateful.

That's all for tonight.💗