My so called autistic 14 year old son just dropped a bomb at the dinner table as casually as talking about video games bringing me and his mom to tears. I made a memorial page for grandpa. COME AGAIN. WHAT? WHERE? WHEN? HOW? WHAT? 🤯🤯🤯 oh it’s on forevermissed.com and sure enough there it is. Accompanied by “I did it my way” by Frank Sinatra. My son is a little man of few words but when he uses them he usually floors you or has you in stitches and this time in tears. He did this because earlier today he asked his mother if she’s still sad for losing grandpa and sure enough a few hours later he comes up with this all on his own. I can’t even begin to explain how many different feelings I went through in a few minutes but I can say that I’m so proud of him. And the song was just on point.
You can’t imagine the amount of energy your woman will move through your body if she could trust that you could take care of her spirit...
If she knows that your awareness is tailored toward anticipating what she might need tomorrow and providing it today...
WHOA! Take care of her internally so that she can express herself in abundance! Trust. Fertilizer. More growth...🌱