Stories of Wil, my son, who has Down syndrome

I first saw Roger last winter, but I didn’t yet know his name. I was running down a hilly, country road on a snowy, winter day. He

“We believe your baby has Down syndrome.” You’ve just birthed a baby, a beautiful pink crying baby. And, within moments, these are the words filling

“Wil, it’s a short page, let’s just get through this and you can go blow bubbles.” Crossed arms. “Ok, I’ll read it first.” After I’ve

Running makes one promise, and that is the promise I so desperately needed. If you put in the effort, the time, the heart, you will

I watch Wil, and the way he entertains himself. He sings to every song he hears, he stands up and dances to every theme song