Beautiful day . . .

Today turned out to be a beautiful day. I loved the warmth in the afternoon while I worked outside, and then a nice coold breeze in the evening, not really muggy. My kinda evening.

We had Marla, Big Daddy Joe and Maizie over tonight. We don't typically do that sort of thing, and I am not really good at it. I guess I need to travel outside my comfort zone and not be so worried about how my kids will act or how Dustin will obey (or our old house). He is doing SO MUCH better and I need to remember that and embrace it. They did really well!

Maizie is the sweetest thing on two feet. I love her little faces, and her forceful way of telling Marla to communicate something for her, and the way she kissed Joe on the head while we were sitting outside. I think she enjoyed our Macaw and she tolerated all the stuff McCartney had to show her and all the words McCartney used. She is a gem and we are truly blessed she is in our lives! I hope Dustin and Maizie will continue to want to be around one another because I think she is so good for him. The joy that he has simply for having a friend is priceless!

It is also really nice to sit across from people who "get it". Even though the disorders, disabilities, whatever that Maizie and Dustin have are called different things, we share some of the same frustrations of diagnosis, the years of the scary unknown, and the joys of simple accomplishments. They get it and today we shared the wonderful children we have today still on a journey of finding themselves separate from those disorders. And thankfully they have found one another.

And by the way, I came clean about what the note said the other night at dinner. He scrunched up his nose, got all red and said, "Mom! You're embarrassing me!" Then proceeded to tell everyone and anyone who came near him that Maizie had a crush on him and he likes her too. . . as a FRIEND. It was adorable. Tonight after I made him shower I was brushing his hair and he said, "Mom, it's like a date!" I nearly swallowed my tongue!

And on another note, I solidified my resolve tonight to get a tattoo. One of the dads at daycare is a tattoo artist and I talked to him this week about drawing something up for me. After seeing Marla's "fresh ink" I decided I was gonna bite the bullet and do it . . .