A Good Morning

As soon as I got out of the shower this morning, I heard that familiar thump, thump, thump coming down the hall.  Then the knock on the door.  And, “Mom!  Are you fixing pancakes?”  Aaron never says good morning, or any other greeting.  He just launches into whatever is on his mind. 

So it was a good morning.  For Aaron:

Because he got his pancakes – more than a few.

And for me:

Because Aaron said, “Mom, it was colder last night so now I’m wearing my long pajama pants.” 

Yes!  So thankful for the cold weather!

Author: Patty hesaidwhatks

I'm Patty and I write about our adult son who has Epilepsy and Autism, who still lives with my husband and me, and who is a package full of many surprises and joys and challenges and TALK! Lots of talking, which creates laughter and some other reactions as well. I also write about how God shows Himself to me in everyday life. View all posts by Patty hesaidwhatks