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When TJ got up from his nap today, he was still sleepy enough that I carried him downstairs instead of letting him walk downstairs holding my hand. When we got down to the living room, I gave him a big hug before setting him on the couch and saying, “I love you.”
And then he said it. He said, “I love you.”
To make sure I wasn’t hearing things, I said it again. He repeated it back. Twice. He was definitely saying, “I love you.”
Of course, if he hadn’t been repeating it after me, I don’t think I would’ve recognized it. It came out more like “I O U” than anything else, but he said it.
My heart melts yet again.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
