What began with a 3:30 a.m. rocket launch turned into a day of quiet firsts and unexpected magic. From patient instructions to shadow goodbyes, from skydiving airplane mechanics to surprise playdates with puppy love —my neurodivergent son let the world in, one small moment at a time. And just when I thought the day had given us everything—it ended with an orange soda kiss that reminded me why I keep going.