For the first time, in what has to be years my husband and I woke up and neither one of our boys made their way into our bed around 5am like they usually do. I remember hearing my little one cry in the middle of the night, but unlike most nights I didn't rush in... I let him cry a little... even though I feared he would wake up his older brother on the top bunk. My husband and I raced into their rooms this morning with that nervous feeling of somethings wrong..you know what I am talking about. Much to our delight we found our oldest snuggling our youngest in the bottom bunk. When Gavin woke we asked if he heard Quaid cry in the middle of the night. He said, "Yes. So I climbed down and snuggled with him. I wanted to make him feel better. That's just what brothers do. " My big little man Gavin is something else I tell you. With all the crap autism spectrum disorders can dump on a family it does have its shining moments. This being a most recent example. Gavin has always been a love, but in learning about his brothers differences, Gavin has developed by fate, choice and design into a very caring six year old boy. I see him help often and I see how proud the spirit of giving gives him. It is an instrumental lesson that our quirky little family gives him. Just what brothers do.....can I lock that in a bottle forever?
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