Friday night as I was tucking Riley into bed, I asked him if he knew what the next day was.
"Yes. But, it's also the day you were diagnosed with diabetes. Two years ago you were in the hospital and mommy and daddy were learning how to take care of you. So, tomorrow after the walk we'll do something special."
"Ice cream!!!!!!", he yelled with a huge grin on his face.
"OK, we'll do something special and you can have some ice cream."
"And, I hope we get a cure one day. Then I won't have to check my sugars anymore."
I pulled the covers up under his chin.
"But, if they don't ever find a cure I'll just have to keep checking my sugar and taking my insulin."
"And, that will be OK, won't it?"
"Yeah, that will be OK."