Five is my favorite number.
I was born on a number five.
I have five treasures as my children.
In August I will have five grandchildren.
And my first grandchild turned five yesterday.
I love my number five!
This post is to honor my Trevor James.
A jewel was born in our family five years ago. He was the most beautiful baby; so quiet and content. But we soon discovered that he was not reaching milestones that were “typical.” As he grew we noticed he separated himself in his mind and voice from our world and his actions often seemed like he was an island, but he is not. He actually longs for us to join him. He has unique gifts. He is a professional spinner and is a marvel.
He communicates through energy or actions but not with words. His spirit is powerful and strong even though it sits inside a frail little body. God made him exactly right for a purpose. I believe he is a spiritual icon; a sort of earth angel, which gives a message to us as offered to either tap into or pass by. Many rush past or ignore. It takes an effort to be with him but the time is a gift. When I am with him I feel at home from a place deep inside. When I am away, I miss him and the spiritual energy that flows from him that seems to quench a thirst that I can’t get filled anywhere else. I have learned a great deal over the past five years from this little boy. He makes me better. Life gives us wonderful surprises and I never realized how rich learning and growing with an autist could be.
Happy Birthday Trev Man.
Grammy is your best buddy forever!
I know you know I love you and that you love me back…