For three years now the three of us have gone to a local fall festival and I think of how different Tyler is with every year.  How at one he screamed in the petting zoo and how at two he liked riding a pony and how this year he had his first ever lemonade and corn on the cob:

I’m not going to pretend we had a perfect day.  This year I worried about spending money at the festival, but I still want to be able to provide Tyler with fun childhood traditions.  Grant and I worried about Tyler’s motor and facial tics and my legs were hurting.

But I tried to live in the moment.  Tyler has tics, not cancer and he was amazed at everything he saw. We all really enjoyed the hayride:

Tyler was upset that he was too small to ride the go-carts.  We both seemed to melt down at the same time, so we quickly picked out a couple of pumpkins and some candy and ended our day at the festival. It wasn’t a perfect day, but we were all together and most of the time the three of us were smiling.