We took a family road trip last weekend to the place Dayne and I first fell in love. Colt had asked to see it; the child has a romantic soul like I’ve never seen in one so young (never mind disabled!). It was a magical day, lovely spring sun and we had a great time remembering and sharing memories with Colt, who was still years from being on this planet, a concept he struggles to understand. I mean, how can the world exist before you’re even in it?! It’s a question that’s hard to answer without scaring the shit out of you 12 year old autistic son who has just had his first brush with death (and he didn’t even remember ever meeting his grandfather).
It was lovely though. All those memories that chained into a string of more and more until Colt tuned out completely and Dayne and I sat and marvelled at all the years and tears that we have passed together. Such experience. So much growth. Love too. Now stronger than I ever imagined one could feel. Kinda neat…. being able to capture some of that in image. ❤