Growing out of a dairy allergyHope, disbelief, jubilation.

That sums up Monday afternoon until right this minute. You see, my youngest kiddo, Joshua, outgrew his dairy allergy. The H in the picture stands for histamine, the C is control, and the M is for dairy (milk) protein. I didn’t get a picture with the marker on his back, thus the add-ins. I knew growing out of a dairy allergy was possible, but I dared not believe it could be possible for us. How glad I am to be proven wrong. The picture to the left shows how incredible a change we had. There was truly no bump whatsoever on his back.

Right now the possibilities are truly endless. The day is peppered with “I can have insert random previously forbidden food here“!

I keep thinking up lists of all the things I want him to experience. His current request is a donut from a donut shop. How can we possibly deny him that simple pleasure? As soon as I find an appealing donut shop that’s exactly what we’ll do. Personally, I want to give him a big drippy ice cream cone.

You see, this outgrowing is happily placed right in the middle of us transplanting to a very different city. It’s only a few hours away from Tyler, but it sort of feels like a different planet right now. We’ve gone from the middle of East Texas to Fort Worth.

It blows my mind that this boy of mine gets to experience not only the sights and sounds, but also the tastes of our new city. It makes this momma’s heart swell with so much joy it feels as if I might burst at any moment.

The celebration seems to happen every time a dairy item is consumed or a new item is realized.

I don’t see it stopping any time in the near future.