Rambling..

I tend to ramble and I hate editing. Makes it kind of hard to imagine me ever finishing any of my books. I did my autobiography in I think 1394 words a few months ago and I need to go back and edit it. Trying to be concise when my life is anything but is like stufffing Hulk Hogan into Twiggy.

This story of Angie and John is something I'm passionate about. There are blogs and books about little kids with autism and Down Syndrome. They are cute and cuddly. But adults - not so much. They are still so beautiful though. Like when you walk out of work on a freezing December night and the sky is that perfect midnight blue. They catch you by surprise.

One minute you're convinced your brother is devilspawn and the next his giggle dazzles you and you have tears welling up from deep inside because you didn't know he was still there.

It is absolutely crazy hard some days. But others, its effortless. My sister opens the door for the dogs so I don't have to get up and she claps with joy because I asked her to do something and she succeeded. She hugs me tight before she literally prances to bed and my mom and I sit in the living room, tears of laughter covering our face because she keeps turning the light on in her bedroom and the bathroom, going back and forth, drinking water from the faucet and murmuring to herself in her own language.

How do I take these conflicted, complicated human beings and bring them to life so people who have never touched or seen or been with someone with a disability can FEEL the beauty and joy that emanates from them and surrounds you?