He buttoned his shirt.

That’s it. That was the win.

But it was the first time in two years he did it without shutting down, melting down, or asking for help.

And when he looked in the mirror and smiled — just a little — I felt tears well up.

Not because it was perfect. But because it was progress.

See, healing is slow. Almost invisible. But it’s there… in the little things. The eye contact. The quiet compliance. The unsaid “Look, I did it.”

No one will post that moment. No one will clap. But heaven did. And I did too.