We’re reading books. We’re playing games. We’re playing ball. Nicholas has made up games – like the current one we’re playing where he sticks out his pointer finger, makes a “psst” sound and we fall over like he’s gotten us with his spider web. Then he comes and kisses our boo-boo so we can get […]

…I wanted to believe for so long that this day would come… eventually. That Nicholas and I would sit up in his bed under the covers and read bedtime stories. But that never happened – Nicholas never cared about books. He never cared about being read to. He never sat still long enough to care […]