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Croquet and Play (Ten on Tuesday, plus one)

LittleFoot is a leaf-eater — spinach leaves, that is!

He likes bread too.

Finally napping

Croquet with Opa

That was close!

I almost missed the rock roses this year!  (Click on that link to see how small these beauties really are.)

Luckily, there were still a few patches in bloom.

I strengthened the color just a wee bit for this photo.

Rock roses come by their nickname honestly.

We still cling to hope.

It’s prom season.
In fact, tonight is prom for my youngest son’s high school.
He’s not going.
He’s not into loud crowds or loud music or pop culture, but none of his brothers have been either, and two out of three of them did attend prom.  I don’t know if he would have gone had he not fallen out of that tree.

It’s also the season for announcements of which university the high school graduates are heading off to in the fall.  I’ve seen multiple pictures of my friends’ high school seniors proudly holding their acceptance letters and wearing their new college t-shirts. I get a little jealous pang but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy for them. I truly am pleased for the parents and the students.
My youngest son will graduate (thanks to his IEP and his hard work) and he plans to attend the local community college in September. We are still hoping that by the time he has two years of CC under his belt, he will be recovered enough to go on to a full university.  But there are no promises. I know it, his dad knows it, and I’m pretty sure he knows it.

We still cling to hope.

I have to keep reminding myself that we are so very lucky to have him as whole as he is, despite the constant headache and the times his brain refuses to function properly for him.
Dear God, I am grateful.
At the same time, though, I sometimes grieve for what he has lost.

Those curls

He’s two and about to become a big brother (hence the cupcake).

We look forward to meeting little brother in about 6 more weeks.