There was a moment...
Andy, Jack and I went to the beach. We left 7ish on Sunday morning and were ont he beach by 11. It was a beautiful day and the boy hasnt been in a few years and it was a cheap treat for all of us. We drove, chatted, listened to Jacks movies playing on the mini dvd player in the back. I reminisced about trips of years before with the girls and Tim. Interestingly enough Andy doesnt mind the Timmy stories. Driving on the 4th of July to the beach with our two children and two of my cousins for a week at the beach. Bumper to bumper 8 hr drive. argggh. Anywho, we went directly to the beach and jack loved the sand. He dug rivers and holes and filled with water then watched it drain. He was the most beautiful child there. I must admit though I didnt realize the extent of his speech difficulties until several children and adults looked at him like he was speaking another language. One occasion especially a mother said "what" "What did he say?" about four times. I und...