Yesterday was a good day

So Bobby wanted me to write this because apparently I've been all gloom and doomy. So....
Yesterday was GREAT!!! No sarcasm or anything. Chloe was more alert and more vocal than has been in a long time. She was so happy and content. She took a nap and afterwards she was a little groggy but she bounced back and pretty soon she was playing and laughing. I was tiding up and I heard this noise of the fluttering paper, and then a thump. I came into the living room and I see this little girl surrounded by all this mess. For a few milliseconds I was upset at the mess in the newly cleaned room,then I was taken back by the thought that one day, perhaps one day soon, she won't be able to make a mess. My heart was heavy but I tried to smile and really enjoy the moment. I waited till she moved on to make a mess with the socks before I cleaned it up and when I did it wasn't with the expelled air of maryterdoom that I usually have. I cleaned it up with a lightness of heart I hadn't felt in a long long time.

But the good times didn't stop there. Bobby got home and we got out the door in one not so fluid motion. She didn't sleep in the van on the way to therapy like she normally does, instead she laughed and clapped all the way there. Then in speech she was engaged, she was alert, she was making sounds that I had never heard before, she was imitating her therapist, I couldn't even taken it in, I was so enthralled. Our wonderful speech therapist wanted to try something new so she had me get the iPad and we used a customizable app and had Chloe touch a button with a picture of her cheerios on it. She would touch the picture and would give her a cheerio. It was great! To think that she was understanding it, and doing what we asked her... It was so exciting. Her therapy session is supposed to be only 30 mins long but because we're the last clients of the day she went over and it was almost an hour of wonderfulness! That night I didn't want her to go to sleep. I was scared that like Cinderella my ball and dress and coach would dissolve and I would go back to the reality I had before. I scoured my brain to see what I had done differently the night or something. I came up empty but this morning she was great! So yesterday was a great day! I want so badly to believe that she will only get better from her. I know it's not realistic but a girl can dream right??