Friday, October 8, 2010
A boy and his dog
Our morning conversation:
Becks- HA! Look mom, Max's toy in his bowl (placed there recently to slow down his eating and inhaling of food which was increasing due to the unknown brain lesions)
Me- Yep, that's his. Silly dog. (choking back tears)
Becks bounces ball across the tile floor.
Becks- Max can hear that.
Me- That's right he can (openly crying). You know, you can tell him you love him out loud any time you want. He will always be able to hear you.
If only every child was blessed with a Max, what a happy place this earth would be.