|I love the way my dad grills steak!|
So for the remainder of the drive back to Austin, I rode in the middle seat in the back. Not fun, but a few minutes in, Matthew grabbed my hand to hold it and he promptly went to sleep. I think this might have been the first time I've ridden with Matthew in the backseat since his first day-- the trip back from the pediatrician's, where we found out that he had no thumbs. I remember that trip back from the doctor's office so vividly-- staring at Matthew's hands, watching Darren up front trying to drive without using his thumbs, crying, and generally just being scared out of my mind. This trip was so different. Those 4 little fingers were intertwined with mine and I felt nothing but love, happiness, and total contentment. So very different!
|Mattie hanging at the park earlier this week.|