 Sweet Baby Girl, my Miss Brooklyn Favre, I know, with Coletrain, you try so hard. Your brother, your twin, your partner in crime, Your days will get easier, I promise, in time. He hits and he screams and you don’t understand. One day, I’ll explain it, as best as I can. It breaks Momma’s heart, the way that you feel, Unfortunately, autism, came in for the steal. We get him back a little more each week, Listen to him now, he’s started to speak. Our journey will be long and often up hill, Stay strong and beside him, as I know you will. Sweet Baby Girl, I never wanted it this way, But thank God we have him, and continue to pray. ©Tassy Tomlin Tassy's Blog |