Yesterday was the first day in three months that Travis was fine. No crying, no fears, no worries, no slip ups. He was absolutely fine. By the time 10pm rolled around I wanted him to go to bed just so nothing bad would happen. His eyes just closed now and it's 12am. The day was fine.
Him and I went for a two mile walk late this evening. It was dark and brisk, and the fall air was inviting. Travis ran in front of me up the street and said, "Let's be alive, ok?" I watched his puppet run.. his awkward hands.. and listened to his deliberate voice. I was overwhelmed by God's mercy and the depth in Travis' honest, simple words. He had no idea what he was saying. He probably never will.
Yes, let's be alive. Whatever that looks like, let's do it.
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Oh Teddi, this is beautiful. What he said was so important and speaks volumes of truth. I say AMEN Travis, let's be alive!!
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