I want to be hopeful that one day, I will be able to hear my son talking to his friends. I even am hopeful to hear him groan, Moooooooommmmm, as he rolls his eyes at me in irritation, but I also want to remain grounded. I want to recognize that there is a possibility it may never happen and that will be fine. We will be fine. Heck, we will be fabulous. Who says life has to be lived a certain way? We are so blessed to have Gbear in our lives and I can't wait to see the lessons I can learn from him, starting with the very first lesson I seem to have forgotten: Hope.