it still makes me nervous
to see James with a slice of pizza in his hand.
It makes me happy, it's a step in the right direction I suppose, but I still don't quite trust it.
If he had to go back to no dairy I'd be fine with that...that's what we know, what's familiar.
I'm just glad he didn't have to back tonight.
It was so fun, and so strange, to see him dig into the pizzas with his friends.
Patrick and I said a little prayer as we watched him.
Thank you, Lord.
p.s. chuck e. cheese is flipping exhausting. :)