William usually communicates in single words or several in a row. On a good day, he’ll use a fragmented sentence or two.
His therapist told me today that she’d given him a great big hug when she first saw him last week (it was his return from Christmas break and a series of snow days), and asked him, “how was your break, buddy?!”
We don’t really expect to hear a response when we ask these questions, but it feels natural to ask, and we’re always hopeful that he’ll use a single word or some kind of approximation, so we do it anyway.
This time, he said, “I saw 38 bridges.”
He likes bridges. So he counted them, and kept a running tally in his head for the entire week we were traveling across state lines.
To know that about him. Miracles.