Friends

Whitney and I took Damonito to the park again last Sunday. He likes to swing. He likes the slides but he really likes the wood chips. I think it's the texture. He rubs them in his hands and then he flicks them.

 When we got to the park Damonito went straight to the swings. He can't swing alone and he's far too big for the baby swing, although that would be perfect for him. I was trying to get him on my lap so he could swing but we were struggling. I could hear someone saying "Damon!" but I didn't think they were talking to us. I was busy trying to figure out how we could swing. However, I have to admit that his name is unusual enough the I'm always interested when someone else has the same name. I heard someone say "That is Damon!" And I looked up to see a little girl running toward us and her dad was saying, "That is Damon! Hello Damon!! It turned out to be a friend from school. There are 10 students in his class so the odds that we would run into

one of them is pretty slim. The little girl definitely recognized him. He did not recognize her, or if he did he didn't acknowledge it. Someone so far out of context may not make sense to him. When something like this happens it reminds me of things we experience that we take for granted will happen to everyone at some time in their life. Things like riding a bike or driving a car or going to the movies. There is nothing normal about his life. Is that such a bad thing? I don't know. He's pretty happy. Maybe that's all that counts.