When I didn’t manage to run over the weekend I promised myself I would go for a long run on Tuesday at the latest. Well, I managed a half marathon – but don’t ask me for my time. I was proud that I managed to get back to the apartment.
In the afternoon, I tilted Pádraig’s bed. And then the First happened: I held his hand and he moved his arms, one after the other, up to his chest.
Pádraig very clearly made a connection between what he heard, and his arms!