My blog has been empty, empty, empty, but my heart has not. My heart is full to bursting. My head has been pretty full, too. And I have lots of thoughts but very few words for the last few months.
I have a new reality.
My 2 year old daughter's recent diagnosis of an autism spectrum disorder has mostly been a gift of open doors for lots of help for her to learn to play and talk with others and share the ideas locked up inside her beautiful head. We are sure she thinks great thoughts, and I ache to hear her voice.
I hadn't decided, for a long time, if it was the sort of thing I could blog about. But I haven't been able to think or talk (much) about anything else for a long, long time.
I wanted words to come, beautiful, poetic words about hope and love and more hope. I wanted to be inspired by my own strength. I think I will be, someday, but right now I'm going to be okay with being okay.
And we're okay.