eSpecially Ben

 Ben is sitting here with his brother and two cousins. The cousins visit this week from New York - exciting times!

My Dad has always been a special person to me. He taught me how to throw a football, ride a bike and play Parcheesi and Monopoly. He was the Dad on the block who played hide-n-seek, kickball and woofle ball with all the neighborhood kids. He may never admit it, but he played Barbie dolls with me too. I have lived 12 hours away by car for a long time now and we have maintained our relationship through visits and lots of phone calls. Although he is great on the computer, he refuses to send an email. He'd rather pick up the phone. When I started my blog, he became one of my biggest supporters, calling me to tell me how much he enjoyed reading my entries. Without being asked, he has helped our family emotionally, financially and physically. He understands the extra struggles we face daily and tries to help lessen the burden in ways that he can. My Dad adjusted his role from grandparent to a typical child to one who has special needs. A visit with Grandpa means working on gross mot

This is my husband's work of art and stress reliever - a garden full of sunflowers, corn, watermelon, squash, zucchini, jalapeno peppers, banana peppers, green peppers, okra, cucumbers and a renegade pumpkin. See other works of art at www.5minutesforspecialneeds.com