There are always things to do...bills to pay, dishes to wash, Utah legislature tweets to read. Walks mean a lot to Ben though -- he finds it calming, works his large motor skills, and he usually sleeps better (not this morning though).
Walking isn't really the best way to describe it -- it's more like running an obstacle course or an episode of Wipeout. He climbs on walls and traverses them like a balance beam, scrambles up snowbanks, stomps on icy puddles, slides across patches of ice. Sometimes he says, "hold my hand" when he's going to do something tricky. Sometimes he runs full tilt down a hill, knowing that I'll help him slow down at the bottom.
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We wind up exploring parts of our neighborhood that others don't usually see. We go through the alleyways, the parking lots, and the stairs that have been blocked by snow for 2 months. We sometimes find things...so far that's included an ipod, an antique turquoise and silver ring, and yesterday, an avalanche shovel.
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I don't know where our journey with Ben is going to lead us. Our path is going to be different from most. I expect that it will sometimes be hard, but there are new things to discover and we will find them together. Metaphor, right?