Within the last month Benjamin has been calm for twenty five days. I am wildly grateful. It is possible that the linchpin has been splitting his evening medications in half and giving part in the afternoon. Or maybe it is because it took this long for them to have an effect. Then again it could be the hundreds of people who have held him in prayer. 

Whatever the reasons, I am blessed. So is he. Not only has Ben not fallen apart at the dreaded 5:55, or over such calamities as forgetting his backpack, he is happy. Funny. Chatty. I feel like I have won the lottery. I have a friend who recently won the actual lottery and I suspect that our celebratory feelings were like two big bubbles bobbing on the updraft, visible from space.

Ben carries his joke book around with him. He loves to tell them to people he knows. In fact I asked him if he would be willing to go from table to table during the final dinner at the Marriage Conference and pose his riddles. Perhaps if I am lucky he will even be willing to belt out a verse of Rainbow Connection. 

I often offer honorariums to musicians and magicians who perform at the event. But Ben is not very motivated by money. It is something he remembers to take to school for a field trip, but there is no attachment. No avarice. No greed. He believes that his needs will be provided so why would he squirrel it away?

Friends came over a few weeks ago and invited Ben on a walk. They went to the science building and launched paper airplanes from the balcony. Then in a moment of rest he was visited by a rainbow. Because some dreams really do come true.