Malcolm turned 11 today.
So a “Happy Birthday” to a kid who:
teaches everyone how to live in the present,
honestly tells you how he feels,
reminds me that special needs actually applies to everyone,
changes clothes three times a day because, well, because,
perfected the art of the smile,
calls me by my first name,
dances even when he is sick,
eats ice cream with the respect good ice cream deserves,
and who takes every stereotype, crushes them in his hands, and throws them away because he does not believe that anyone is standard or average.
There’s a cake coming your way today, buddy.
After a game of basketball in the wind and the rain.