July 17-2 0220

When tired, especially in the middle of the night, Tyler can be unstable while walking. It's reminiscent of old college days, escorting a wasted friend somewhere. The difference being, I don't feel like laughing or harassing Tyler. I tucked him back in bed, Capone jumped up and laid by his side with his head on Ty's tummy. Diva said "goodnight" to Tyler and went with me upstairs. He has come so far, even though the apparent nature of this is sometimes less obvious to those of us who see Ty often. I hope Tyler is aware of just how much progress he's made, and doesn't get discouraged knowing how far there is left to travel.