I found out about Riley through the Tumblr love spilling around Summer this week.
Yesterday I went on a field trip with a gaggle of loud and smelly 2nd and 3rd graders, and couldn’t help but tear up as I imagined Riley and his family and all that they are going through right now.
It isn’t fair, right, or just that some children breeze through life with energy to spare and other children have to fight for every moment they have.
Most of the tiny ones around me were sword fighting with Indian corn, bellowing about how donut holes were better than celery, and behaving like tiny tornados.
And I wished so many wishes that Riley would have the best possible outcome so that he, too, would once again find himself able to play with abandon and happily “climb mountain tops with energy.”
I’m still wishing.
And sending all my thoughts and hope to him, his family, and all of those who love him.