A Brave Day

Let me tell you about a boy.

A boy who at eleven years old shows more bravery than most adults I know.

But his bravery looks different so most overlook it.

He has very few words. Not much for conversation. But his eyes…they tell a story.

If you listen to him. Patiently. If you don’t rush him. And wait. He will tell you. If you don’t talk over him. Or speak for him.

He will tell you how he hears things louder than you. And smells the faintest smells. And sees colors far brighter than most.

He feels the smoothness of the floor on his feet. And the scratchy fabric of a couch. He knows when it’s going to rain. He adores when the snow falls.

And if he turns his ear into the wind he hears things that you and I cannot. He loves the wind. He even smells like it. Like he’s just climbed the biggest mountain.

We had a party today. A neighborhood party. It’s taken us nearly eleven years to figure out that for him to be successful…for our family to be successful…we need to host.

The party started at 1 pm. He woke me up at 4:30 am this morning. Excited. Using his finger to tell me how many hours until the party started.

Eventually we set a timer. He was just too excited and needed to see the numbers counting down.

He swam.
He danced.
He hugged.
He high fived.

He sat amidst a crowd of people at a table. The noise not bothering him. The chaos making him smile.

Today was the happiest I have ever seen my son. In fact, at one point, my not so emotional husband looked at me with tears in his eyes and said…‘I think this might be the best day of Cooper’s life.’

And then he watched fireworks from a window. He covered his ears. And squinted his eyes. And held my hand.

He’s never watched the fireworks from a window before. But see, he’s been preparing for months. Practicing on YouTube. He clapped and cheered and hid and ran and repeated.

It was a big day for him. A brave day.

He even picked out his Fourth of July pants when he got dressed this morning.

He knew.

Today was his happiest day. Ever.

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