Good day, everyone! I wish you a peaceful and brilliant day, as well as better health.

Snapshots are the bittersweet of my days, nourishing authentic warmth in every season and putting together favourable vibes in our house a home. There are candid shots of my kids that show me enormous enjoyment, as well as memories of bygone years, birthday candles, and a bunch of friends. Others include wisps of misery, foreshadowing the tough days ahead, the storms I have yet to steer and beat. They might belong in some sort of recorded mandate in a chronology book, but this is my past, and I opted for them. I select the fairest of them and toss out the rest, knowing that they will be the memories I cherish as I mature and that they will be essential to my fitness. The very adequate kind of therapy is exemplary recollections.


CJ's definition of enjoyment is forthright. When we wake up in the morning, it's hugs and kisses from him, and I take snapshots of him before we get out of bed and have breakfast. My son's tempers and tender embrace...good memories have a way of protecting me when everything else flunks. He takes pleasure in being taken a picture and will occasionally make a humorous expression or merely chuckle. He wasn't perfect as a kid, but who is? Is it ever sensible to expect perfection?


My son is a blessed and divine gift, my cherished possession; he arrives with gaiety and singing, and he comes to lead me on how to understand my miseries and become a booster. He was made for love, and he needs it as much as air, water, and food. He comes to remind me that I turned out to be as pure-hearted as he is. It will be visible in my eyes every time I look at him, but it will be felt most strongly inside him because that is how God connects him, and God is love. That is what distinguishes all children as a gift from our Heavenly Father."


I pray to God for that strength, for guidance in channelling the love, He bestows on me to my son.


I know these are not the finest PHOTOS I have, but the bonding times with my special needs son, as well as the story behind it, are the best memories I have to cherish every day.