Every Halloween, my Monkey Boy is afraid of people in masks. He hates masks, he especially hates faces painted with fake blood. Yet all of a sudden this year he wanted to be "scary"! So here he is, in all his gauzy ghoulish glory. :)
We used to revel in the "new perfect" that was our life. Raising a beautiful girl with multiple special needs showed us that "perfect" is all in our minds. Emily's life was perfect. It was happy, it was brilliant. She was social, outgoing, silly, and ticklish. Now we are learning to get through life without our "Perfect Peanut" in it. This is most certainly NOT a new kind of perfect.
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