Fifteen

Image via WikipediaTomorrow he turns 15. Tonight he talked.
The Dude (aka Elmer) (previously, Diver) instigated the conversation himself, asking me to come to his room. There he remarked on the oddness of not being excited about his impending day. And everything else under the sun. He reminisced about previous birthdays, remarking on the number of toy fixations that have passed. He remembered more than I. He talked about how pleasant it is to reminisce. Then he asked if I remembered when he couldn't do more than request yes or no questions.

I remember. And here he is, chatting away introspectively like an adult. Without autism.

What is this but a miracle?