So many times I hurt that my son doesn’t have friends. I compare him to my neurotypical daughter at that age, and how her life was filled with playdates, birthday parties, and sports. This drastic difference between them is so much that it’s difficult to grasp.

But in all honesty, my son is happy. He doesn’t long for what he doesn’t have. I do. But he doesn’t. He is content. Peacefully happy. He has his buddies, our doggies. And he tells me, in his nonverbal ways, that he is happy.

Everytime he sits down on the sofas, or anywhere else for that matter, our Harley will walk towards him. She stands guard next to him. And she specially likes it when he reaches out his hand to pet her.

Yeah, this is pretty perfect. 💙🧩