Daddy's tool for the Autism blues


I dedicate these pages to those who get up in the morning and make their way though the day.  No matter what that day brings, or the struggles endured.    To those that see the brass ring,   The pot of gold at the bottom of a rainbow.  The light at the end of the tunnel.  Inside the slightest likeness of a smile passed along the way.  I hope to be that smile.  I wish  that although I am no scholar, expert, or genius.  To share what I feel when  i see a curled lip, a lifted cheek, a eye with the slightest spark.  At the end of the day this what we take with us.  To get through a next one.

Rock on Parents.