Today Dante had to say good-bye to Anita, his physical therapist. He turns three on Sunday, so this is his last week of in-home Early Intervention services.
Anita was absolutely wonderful, and Dante was usually pretty good for her. Amelia was a self-designated therapy assistant; whenever Anita walked in Amelia would run to Dante and start doing his joint compressions while singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". Micah loved it whenever Anita brought her therapy ball; he decided that meant she was actually here for group therapy.
We will all miss seeing her every Tuesday, she truly was a blessing to this family.
As I type this Dante is sitting on the couch giggling hysterically at nothing, which he often does in the evening. Perhaps tonight he is remembering the good times with Anita.