Our little archer and his very tired daddy just arrived home this evening from Oklahoma City. Brighton was so happy to see me that he teared up and wouldn't let go of me. I wasn't sure how this was going to go, with my not being there with him out of town for so long. He's doing quite a bit better with his abandonment issues and doesn't seem to mind being separated so much from Mom and Dad anymore.

Brighton was signing a million miles a minute, telling me all about the tournament. He said that it was very windy and he was having trouble balancing. He was very frustrated that he didn't shoot well. The doctor in Bethesda said that he would have these balance issues for the rest of his life, so I wasn't surprised. He will just have to learn to live with the fact that he won't shoot well in rain or wind or any other condition that might make balancing an issue. I asked him if he had fun and he said yes. I told him "Well then, it was a great tournament! He was so excited about the gifts he received when he got there. He couldn't wait to show them all to me. What a fantastic idea! He told me that he met quite a few kids and they were all really, really nice. He even remembered the name of one of the boys and fingerspelled his name to me. He said he was really nice to him.