Oh my little square peg...
the almost nine year old boy who takes a stuffed frog with him everywhere he goes,
who pretends to bite the lights on the ceiling in Sunday School and says with such acceptance "It's just hard for me to make friends, I guess,"
a boy who has struggled too too much in such a short life.
Two years ago we were still trying to fit you into a round hole-
trying to make "accommodations" for your beautiful, your spectacular angles.
How I have loved watching you thrive in the squarness of our new life.
You are gentle.
You are brave...
and imaginative
and adventurous,
and joyful,
and capable,
curious,
and protective.
Thank you for teaching me about life. In so many ways you are my hero and I love you.
