Our Bubsa Beetle

This is the very reason I need to drop everything when I hear Anthony asking me to "come see, momma". This is definitely the face of a little boy who is loving his bath and having a fun time.
These are the moments we treasure with the boy we love so much.

Last week my sister sent me a card that I have looked at everyday since then:

Peace does not
come from
knowing how you'll find
the answer, or where to look for it,
or when it will come,
or what it will be.
Peace comes from
simply knowing you will find
the answer.

It has now been over three months of weekly therapy and rethinking how we parent Anthony. There haven't been any major changes; however, we keep plugging along with the hope that everything we do will matter for our beautiful son. I keep believing that all of our efforts and love will pay off. One day he will be able to let his hurt go, accept the love and affection of others and be able to love deeply himself. Until then Mark and I will continue to do everything we can to help him to be healthy and build a new belief system based on love, family, and attachment. It's a process to see beyond the meltdowns, the nightly fighting of sleep and constant need to regulate himself with hitting, but we're trying our best. More than anything we're trying to keep the faith and truly have peace that God is in control of everything.