Moments that Matter.

Yesterday I had the distinct pleasure of spending some time with my nephew, Griffin, on a trampoline. Griffin is autistic and primarily non-verbal. (Although I can say for sure that he loves to sing.)

After I lifted him onto the trampoline, he grabbed a tight hold of my hand to ask (or perhaps, insist) that I join him. Unsure, at first, of my own ability to enjoy the trampoline, in true adult-fashion I tested the waters with a few small jumps. Emelia, my niece and Griffin’s cousin, joined us and shortly after we were running in circles, hands clasped together, our faces smiling and laughing an innocent song of joy.

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