I took Corbin on a date, Saturday afternoon. We talked about Star Wars, picked out a darth vader t shirt, bought some smelly Halloween soap for his bathroom, window shopped at Build a Bear (Corbin is working on earning a bear. His last goal is to ride his bike around the island without any help or training wheels. He's almost there! The trip to look around at build a bear may have stirred up some new motivation), he picked out and tried on jeans and new church pants, and finally, we stopped in the candy store. Corbins eyes turned into hearts and he wasn't quite sure what to think of this magical new place, but he knew he liked it! He was giddy as he picked out 75 cents worth of sour gummy strips and I happily paid for it, surprised at his conservative choice! Apparently, for the guy, "a kid in a candy store" means a calm, calculated decision. We are our spoils, the drove to the airport to meet grabdma. He sat in the front seat and held my hand.
I love you, Corbin.
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