He woke before 6:00 -gunning for the day in general and the race tonight- prepared for occupational therapy at 9:00. He picked his own shirt (“I fight cancer – what’s your super power?“), packed his own backpack (trains, cars, and 7 pairs of hospital socks – because you never know when you might need them), and absolutely insisted that Mickey Mouse not only accompany him to therapy, but that he should most definitely be buckled into the front seat.
And why not?
It’s Chase.
~MbM~
What joy, to see his big grin and see him doing all the little-boy things!
God bless that precious little guy, what a journey he was on, he deserves fun things & “maybe he knows he will need (7)pairs of socks for something special! 😉