Tonight, I asked Bobby a direct question and he gave me an appropriate answer.
"Bobby, what do you want to drink?"
Earlier this evening, he asked for something and, when given options, he chose the one he wanted.
"What kind of juice do you want?"
Yesterday, morning, I asked him a question with choices and he selected something I hadn't given as a choice but that he knew we had.
"Bobby, what do you want to drink with breakfast: apple cider, orange juice, or cranberry juice."
It's a new world.
Tonight actually brought tears to my eyes. I'm so used to asking him a question, getting silence, and then giving him what I think he wants (or, at times, the choice I already have in my hand for Maya). To have him take in the question I was asking, process it, and respond in real time... Well, it seems like a rainbow just planted a pot of gold at my front door.
I realize that he may not always do this, but for right now, I'm just so happy. And so thankful.