I am not even sure there is a word for what I was feeling.  I was beyond feeling joy.  I kept my eyes fixed on Josiah as he sat on an adaptive water ski between 2 skiers.  His smile told me everything I needed to know.  He was on his second lap around the lake and beaming.  What was even more incredible was that they were not holding onto the back support of his ski.  He was skiing himself.  Hints of water began to moist  my eyes.  How was  this even possible I thought to myself.  It was incredible.

It is moments like this when it just does not matter how we got here.  Just that we did.  Maybe just maybe this really is all part of that big master plan the man up there has for us.    One thing for sure  its  during  times like this when I don't think about all the sleepless nights I spend up caring for them.  The unending hours spent at medical  appointments and Hospital stays.  The heartache and sorrow that almost drowns me at times, while I watch my sons  fight for enough muscle strength to simply lift a fork to feed themselves.  Because its at times like this when that all fades. I embrace the joy and simply know every step we took to get here was all part of this journey for reasons I am not sure of the we were chosen to  travel.