Sunday I was happy watching Tommy doing something we never, ever expected him to do. Tommy has reached a magical plateau in his development as a child with Aspergers. He is so wonderful just as he is, that every new milestone feels like a bonus layer on an already perfect cake.

Monday I was happy holding Evan while he napped. Sometimes it doesn’t matter how much laundry needs folding or what phone calls need to be returned because time is frozen just for me while I hold my not-so-little-any-more baby in my lap and watch the expressions on his face as he dreams.