In a high school cafeteria.

Why is it that a table of football players is just that! A table of guys who play football together, they share a hobby which makes them spend time together so at lunch they sit together.

Same goes for the cheerleaders.

And so on.

In this jungle there is a table of kids with various abilities. The special need table.

Some people look at it as the place they (the special need kids) have to eat. You know because they don’t belong in the other groups…

I disagree. They don’t sit together because they don’t belong… They sit together because like the football players and the cheerleaders, they have something in common.

It’s a new year, they are 3 weeks in and getting to know each other.

Emily for the first time ever feels comfortable at lunch. She sits at her table. With kids kinda…

From the time that I was old enough to think about it, I always promised myself that if I were ever to have children that there would never be a second in their lives that they would not know that they are loved. This would never be something that they would have to wonder about – not for a single moment…

I think I have lived up to that promise to myself.

DC can and does tell me that he loves me many times a day – complete with and accompanied by the “I love you sign”. I know that he understands in his own way, what that means. This is not to say that I believe it is always all about me. Much of the time it is but there are times when he just needs to have something to say. It’s kind of a comfort thing for him. He says…