Ode to Carver (and his parents)

I have an awesome nephew. His name is Carver. He has a blond buzz cut hair, an angelic face, and a smile that's contagious. He runs and giggles with more abandon then I've ever seen. He watches and concentrates so hard you can practically see the wheels turning behind his big eyes. He talks to you with his hands as well as his words. He eats hearty and hugs with all his heart. He loves his sisters. He also has sensory processing disorder. But I love him. Few know what SPD is, and most will never know. Unfortunately I'm sure there will be some in his life that will laugh at his expense because he is "different". I'm also sure that more will recognize his worth. But for now he's in the most capable hands I can imagine. I watch how his mom and dad calm, teach, and love this boy. I am overwhelmed with respect. I know that there are many frustrations, mistakes and tears mingled with the triumphs. But I also know that he could not have been placed in a better home, in better hands then he is now. Rachael, Derek, and Carver, I love you. I admire you.