December 12, 2015

Maybe Next Year

Every year I say, "I can't believe it's December already."  Again, I can't believe it's December already.

This is Brandon's fifth Christmas.  Another year has gone by without him talking.  

It seems that every milestone of the year I get to thinking, "By this time next year, he'll be talking."  I remember sitting by the tree in my pajamas on Christmas morning two years ago, with Brandon zonked out on me and I thought, "You this time next year, he'll be talking.  It's going to be amazing."  Last year, when he was running around with all his adrenaline of Christmas morning excitement I remember thinking, "Next year for sure...he'll be talking."  

"Next year he'll ask me when the Easter bunny is coming."

"Next year he'll be able to tell us what he wants for his birthday."

"Next year he'll be able to say 'Trick or Treat by himself!"

"Next year he'll ask me to pass the turkey."  (Okay, just because he talks doesn't mean he'll magically want turkey for Thanksgiving instead of PB&J, but hey, this is my fantasy, remember?)

"Next year he'll sit on Santa's lap tell him what he wants for Christmas."

Well, next year was here yet again, and Brandon still isn't talking.

It's with a heavy heart that I write this post tonight.  I haven't lost faith that my boy will talk one day.  But I have to admit, as time continues to fly by I start to wonder if that's what God has planned for him.

I'll just keep waiting as patiently as I can.

Maybe this time next year I'll be writing a Christmas post about how Brandon sat on Santa's lap, and told him what he wanted for Christmas.

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