His Gifts

His Gifts

I have a first-born son Who is severely disabled But he brings great gifts to me. He brings to my life Sweetness. He looks at me. He fully accepts me as I am. He knows what love is And because of him I do, too. He brings to my life Focus. He points my life in new...
A two-part story about gratitude

A two-part story about gratitude

It is a beautiful early spring day in 1992. Lew is six months old and we have had his diagnosis for about a month. I am driving down a residential street in Lexington where the lawns are new-growth green and the dogwoods are budding in the warm sun. This is before the...