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A night where the sweet slips in briefly between the sour and I capture it quick before it turns again. A sweet moment of contentment while dining on fries and nuggets where such a pleasure is usually forbidden. It is just he and I and we both are in need of reprieve and a quilted blanket picnic tonight.
Oh this sweet and sour boy of mine. How he fills me up and drains me dry.
It is a constant push and pull. The push for freedom and the pull to be sure I haven't let him go.
He is all "YES!" to my "no" and "NO!" to my "yes".
He struggles so hard for his words and the ones that come are rarely clear and often misunderstood. It is always a fight for him to be heard and known when he doesn't communicate the same as those of us who are trying to listen. We are both battle weary by the end of the day. So I will savor this sweet to help temper the tang of the sour.
