I was recounting for Brother's speech therapist something that happened this weekend that astonished me. It brought tears to my eyes.
Let me start at the beginning. Whenever I or someone else would fall, Brother would laugh. He thinks it's very funny. It never occurs to him that I could be hurt. I once took quite a spill on my ceramic tiled kitchen floor. My hip and leg hurt for days!
Yesterday, as I was eating lunch, I heard a crash. I waited to hear crying from whomever was hurt. Instead, I heard Brother asking, "Honey, are you okay?"
If you only knew what a milestone this is. It's huge. Even my speech therapist was teary eyed.