I got the very best, ever, letter today.
Bryan wrote a whole page of letter, saying such sweet things.
He is my quiet one. He's the one, when he's sick, you never know it--when he mentions he doesn't feel well, call the doctor because it's serious!
Before we started the Feingold diet, he never said, "I love you" without some prodding (I love you, Bryan, what do you say?). Never.
He was 7 1/2 when we started Feingold, and after one week this non-demonstrative child climbed up into my lap (CLIMBED UP INTO MY LAP!) and said, "I love you, Mommy."
I didn't care how hard Feingold was to do, I was in it for the long haul after seeing and hearing that!
Today he surprised me by giving me that letter full of sweet, sweet words.
Oh my goodness.
I love that boy!
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