The deal is, after the health concerns of young childhood that took a few years to mend and conquer; the concept of adulthood may be the next scariest part of having a child with special needs. Add into the mix my musician-composer-voice-over-hilarious husband, my shift from workaholic to novelist, and, well...we’ve got our ups and downs. So, here we go…To know my boy, there is nothing scary. To know our life, there is palpable joy. To know our journey, it continues to be an adventure in lessons.