Tony Chestnut

Today was Mother's Day at preschool. I went excited to watch my wild and crazy boy, but not expecting much. Last year at the end of the year he would not sing, he would not dance, he just wanted to stand by me. This year he proudly stood smiling with his friends and sang and danced along to "tony chestnut". It brought tears to my eyes to think of how far he has come. How comfortable he is in his environment at school and with his friends and teacher. I sat there with tears welling up realizing once again how lucky we are to have him be a part of our family. With his crazy requests and rude boy questions, with his hugs and kisses and crazy antics. God chose us to be his family. God chose me to be his Mom. After a week like we have had reminding us that we are not in control of our future, our family or our lives it was a wonderful reminder that in His time things work out the way they are supposed to.