‘Move Over, I’m stepping out!’ – Trev and I dancing for Cinco de Mayo. That was a first. He always politely declines most invites and that was the first time he had ever danced with me anywhere. Earlier in the evening, he told me he really didn’t want to go out at all, but he wanted to be with me more than choosing not to be with me for the evening (Since he knew I was going with or without him). Melted my heart. Also, one of my happiest moments, given his high functioning autism diagnosis; his brain tells him novelty is bad and stay in your lane. I’d call it, “Move over, I’m stepping out…of my lane!” – Shoshana Shea