My son has autism.
He asks the same questions over and over and over…well, you get the message.
He snuggles with his mom every single morning.
He is a whirlwind of motion.
He looks forward to the Body and Blood of Christ each and every day.
He is my birthday calendar. I only need to ask him for someone's birthdate.
He is a fount of information.
He is patriotic.
He loves his sisters…usually.
He will still let me hug and hold him although kisses are a different story.
He can remember quotes from a movie after watching it once.
He is carefree.
He can be quite self conscious despite being quite carefree.
He is my son and I am lucky to know him.
This is the face of autism. And, I love him very much.
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