how special needs parents date

After remembering that I forgot to and then calling to go ahead and…

schedule Trevy’s neuro appointment, I proceeded to whip off an email to The Hubs:

Hey Babe,

Harini appointment schecduled. Would love for you to join us. Maybe we could head up early and grab lunch at IKEA?

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Yep, we get our quality time in during the hour (if we’re lucky…two or more if we’re not) commute back and forth from Children’s.

Because when he navigates downtown Boston for me I fall in love with him just a little bit more!

…danielle

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No, I don’t know him personally

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happy being trevy

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