IX

I can't think of anything to say when I see you, but yesterday I felt hopeful. I'm hoping you do too.

I know you look at the birds and wish you could fly, and I know you watch us walk out the door and wonder if you ever will. I can only imagine the things that must go through your head on a daily basis, only because thinking is all you have time for. 

But you are doing better, physically at least.