

Thinking of the Boys I sit here at my desk, peeling my green Granny Smith apple with a plastic spoon, and I think of the boys. I don't mean thinking of boys as in fantasizing like hormone-drenched teens, but rather a warm and happy visit in my mind with the little boys I babysit on most weeknights.Thinking of the Boys by ~eve14
Autism may have stolen his voice, but the eyes of the silent angel steal my heart. He runs up to me and puts his little hand in mine to lead me to the tiny trampoline in his playroom. Bouncing around amidst a sea of giggles, he stops occasionally to give me a "high-five" or kiss my cheek.
The younger one is a fine blend of charm, boyish curls, and determination.