Whenever my business coach would call she would always start the call with “Tell me something good.”
So many times, Tanner was my something good.
There was always a smile, a story, a dance move to share.
On this occasion we were heading to Universal Studios. He came out of his room wearing a black sequined little black dress over his jeans and shirt. He has stolen it earlier out of his cousin’s closet. Surely if she looked good in it, he looked better.
I hesitated to let him wear it.
But then, I figured he would be sitting in the wheelchair he used for theme parks and and his sweater would cover all but an inch or so at the bottom anyhow. No one would ever even know.
And it made him happy.
So off we went. The moment we got to the park, he heard the music, jumped from his chair, ripped off his sweater and began to shimmy in his LBD.
Tanner, there will never be another like you. 
