What's your picture of such an event? How about this:
Hospital bed, tears of joy running down the exhausted mother's cheeks, the father with an irreplaceable smile.
Fresh grandmas and grandpas eager to see the new family member.
Tons of cards from friends and relatives.
A room painted either blue or pink... or any other happy color, with a crib, loads of toys and a brand new pram.
And, most important of all, the lively and healthy newborn.
Satisfied?
Well, then there is the second possibility.
The one in which the newborn is missing the last adjective.
The one when the baby is physically and / or mentally challenged.
I have been to their wedding, I know both of the parents for some time. He is unbelievably kind and loves kids, she is not only loving, but also very efficient and could have handled the household one handed. They could have been a prototype family.
Dear God, why does Down Syndrome even exist? My only hope is You. I hope You have a good plan. A friggin' awesome plan.
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On the other hand, if God decides Down Syndrome to exist, and he has to find the Him and the Her to be able to grow such a child, he chose one of the best ones!
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