One of the things that has been hard for me to accept is that my son will never say "I love you" out loud. But I am lucky enough to have a son who says it in so many other ways. The first time that he signed it to me I cried. But for Valentine's Day, he wrote it to me. Two years ago his writing was little more than scribbles. Last year his letter tracing was all over the place. This year his name finally has become legible although often backwards, missing a letter, out of order, and/or scattered all over the paper. I was told that written communication may not really be in his ability range (and as a form of communication it still may not, we will see). So when I got my Valentine you can imagine how much it meant to me. I had to have it framed.
I really appreciate something a friend said when she saw this, "My heart melted! I'm not sure if its from the love he shows to you or the love you show for him but it's quite overwhelming."
I had never thought about it that way before but I do like that this picture shows our love reflected for each other. His to write it to me, and mine through my excitement (how many people frame their Valentines?). I do love him, more than I ever knew I could.
"What ever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same" -Emily Bronte
