What does it feel like to have Fragile X?

A couple of weeks ago, while Mark and the boys and I were in Chicago, Grandma and Grandpa stayed home with Aliza.  As is our usual routine, whoever stays home with Aliza takes advantage of the time alone with her to do lots of special things.  This time, one of those special things was to take her out to lunch at the American Girl Bistro in the Mall of America.

To prompt conversation while waiting for your meals to arrive, they have questions on cards at every table.  One of the questions at the table my parents and Aliza sat at was,

"If you could trade places with anyone for 30 days, who would it be, and why?"

Aliza pondered it for a few moments, and replied that she'd like to trade places with AJ.

"To see what it feels like to have Fragile X."

There she goes again - blowing me away with her incredible attitude and sensitivity.

I almost can't stand how amazing she is.  She doesn't want to be a movie star or a rock star, or a super rich person.  She wants to know what life feels like for her brothers.

She slays me.

Grandpa, Grandma, and all their grandkids.