It is 7am and Jonah is laughing, and happy, and Andy and I are hoping the new med is helping him. He has a good appetite and he actually danced into the bedroom just now to lie down with Andy and snuggle.
Even if it is for just this brief morning, I am so glad. I’ll give him a big hug before I go to work, and I will have hope again that his day will go well, even if it stupid hope, even if it is false hope, even if it means I am crazy to have hope like this, over and over and over again.