I went on a jog today and on the trail I passed a cricket. Or shall I say a cricket passed me. Why does a cricket matter? Because this time last year it sucked when I heard a cricket chirp because Liam couldn't hear it. My baby, who was at the time a month old was not only deaf but profoundly deaf. I hated crickets, birds, anything remotely beautiful sounding because it only reminded me of what Liam couldn't hear and what my child was missing out on. So today while I ran a cricket passed in front of me across a trail. That has never happened before. I cannot say I pass a lot of crickets so to me this was symbolic of our journey and how Liam can now hear. Now when I see crickets or birds I am happy and rejoice because Liam can hear.
It's a good thing I didn't squish the little guy, otherwise I couldn't write about my experience today (:
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