Last night reading Wil his bedtime story, he put his hand in mine. I remembered back when Wil was first born and the doctor told me he suspected Wil had Down syndrome. When I asked how he could tell so quickly, one characteristic the doctor noted was Wil’s short, stubby fingers. At the time my brain rejected everything the doctor said. I didn’t want to believe any of it. My beliefs were based in fear.
I have been holding Wil’s hand in mine for over 10 years now, and I always feel a huge surge of love when those sweet, short fingers give my hand a squeeze. It’s quite amazing in this life that our deepest fear can turn into our greatest love.

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