It always seems that Carson will have a few really hairy, bad days. Then a few normal, but worse than "easy child normal", days. And then he throws us a bone. A glimmer. A sparkling slice of...well, sunshine. A perfectly behaved day. Full of playing nice with his brothers. No agression towards his sisters. Playing fair. No hitting the computers, screaming hateful words. A good day. Those are the best of days. Those are the days I day dream about on any of the other days. Those are the days I glance towards heaven and whisper "Thank you". Today was one of those days. I love this boy... even on his worst days. But today was soooo gooood.