Neil's ticks have subsided somewhat. Not quite so many handshakes. What seems to have taken their place is his need to express his gratitude. It’s “thanks” when we hand him his napkin for the fifth time and “thanks” when we wave to him from across the room. We hear it every time he gets the ball in a game of catch. It got to a point the other day where he couldn’t stop, even when I gently asked him to--not trying to be mean, just trying to reteach appropriate social behaviors. After hearing it every few seconds for the previous few hours, I said, "Neil, I already know you are grateful for me." He whispered, "Yes, but you don't know how much." I promptly kissed him and said my own thanks.
At the risk of sounding socially inappropriate, I have to echo Neil's sentiments. Thank you again and again, to so many who have done so much for Neil and for us. You don't know how grateful we are.