Cat litter

I just walked in the door from a three day hiatus and Fredrick opened his eyes and gasped. Although it was initially a bit concerning, there is something to be said about another human being so happy to see you that their breath catches. "You're back!" Fredrick, for some reason has long labored under the delusion that I might pack my belongings and hop the next plane out of here anytime he gets in some extra Z's He once woke up from a nap and started screaming my name at the top of his lungs. I was down the hall and came running, once I reached him he said, "Where were you?" I replied "In the game room!" exasperatedly, to which he answered "Oh I  thought my parents kidnapped you." As far as I know this fear is completely foundation-less as I doubt his parents have conspired to do any napping other than the desperately needed kind that involves snoring.
It can't be denied that I enjoyed my uninterrupted sleep while away; it is also true that my thoughts began to drift to meanderings about Fredrick every few moments I was away from him. People say that this is how it goes, you do something on a whim and the experience becomes a weaving of significant moments; but I guess it is also true that they are moments you would never imagine or predict. I had no intention of a slightly autistic paraplegic nineteen year becoming the focal point of my life. Nor had I any plans to meet a male nurse that I now can't begin to imagine living without. I never thought I would learn to live and quite literally work in a hospital. Yet my reality is encompassed by these factors.
I used to often say, " they say life is a bowl of cherries, but sometimes life is a bowl of shit." Well, I realized a few days ago as I was elbow deep in the latter, that I guess I just don't feel that way anymore. Life is short but certainly not dull, and my, can it get complicated. Complications aside, it's remarkable how often the it seems to me that the universe always unveils a plan of some sort. Just when you think you've got nothing left to give a miracle falls on your head. I guess it's safe to say that I consider Fredrick my miracle, and I can only begin to describe how it feels to know that a miracle finds you so essential to it's existence that your presence causes a brief shortness of breath.