Sometimes, my heart feels a little broken. I wish I knew what else to call it. Sometimes, I look at my oldest son, Scott, and struggle with an overwhelming emotion that borders on heartache.
Our son Scott is a remarkable boy. He remembers everything, and makes correlations and comparisons in things you wouldn’t think a 5-year-old could possibly understand. He is extremely loving and needs to touch constantly, sitting in your lap or touching your face when he’s talking to you. He is an absolute joy and a miracle from God, surviving being born 10 weeks early, weighing just 3 lbs. 5 oz. at birth, but thriving despite all of his odds.
But, there is something outside of the realm of “normal” about him.