Rachel wrote a poem.
My inquisitive, quiet, gentle, loving, nonverbal, developmentally delayed, medically fragile Rachel wrote a poem with her friend Abby.
These two are turning 13 this weekend, first Rachel on Saturday and then Abby on Sunday. And they’ve known each other for 13 years. I treasure the friendships and connections Rachel has in her life. She is surrounded by many caring peers in her life, and this poem tells me Rachel’s getting them to think.
I love that. I love this.