Happy boy.

Watts just toddled into the kitchen chuckling to himself and holding an uncapped marker. Amused, I followed him back into the hallway and found an original “art piece” on my newly painted walls. I turned and asked him about it and he started to laugh-- a good, deep belly laugh that bent him over in the middle and made him have to stop to catch his breath after a few seconds. Any words of reprimand slipped away and we sat on the floor and laughed about markers on the wall and giggled as we scrubbed them clean.

Watts is doing so well. After almost eight months of having high dose chemo coursing through his body, Watts seems to be coming out of a fog and feeling more and more like himself. It as if we can now see, truly see him. His little personality, humor, and stubbornness have always been evident but have been masked by the strong drugs in his body. Time at home has helped too, I’m sure.

His body is getting stronger. He walks and runs and talks and sometimes eats really well. He squabbles with his sister like an old pro; stealing her toys, smacking her in the face, and getting into the middle of anything and everything she is playing with. [It is important to note that she does the same to him.] He is also tenderhearted and frequently goes to hold Piper’s hand or give her hugs if she is upset about something.

I am obsessed with this boy, to put it mildly. He is a delight to this family and I am so humbled and grateful to be his mother.

 **I feel compelled at the end of this encouraging post to ask for the prayers not to stop! Although we have finished the most intense part of treatment, this journey is far from over. Relapse most frequently occurs in the second year of treatment which Watts will be starting in about 10 weeks. We are so thankful for how well he is doing and so, so hopeful for his future, but at the same time we ask for continued prayers for our warrior boy.