She Grabbed My Collar
It felt like the center of something.
The backyard had been remade.
Where there had once been nothing but grass, there were now blooming flower beds, a custom play set built low and safe, and a small sensory garden, a place of different textures and gentle sounds and things to touch and smell, designed in consultation with Maya’s early-intervention team to support the therapies that were helping her grow.
Maya was twenty months old now, and she was thriving.