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People’s Choice – Or What We Learned This Year

2018-11-22T13:38:54+00:00Categories: Grown Ups & Downs|

Marcus holding the US flag while in Glasgow during the World Down Syndrome Congress

It’s that time of year! We reflect and try to comprehend how another year has flashed by so quickly. This one was a doozy, with high highs and low lows. Taking a look at which blogs this year were, well, actually read, demonstrated the variety of themes we learned and shared in 2018.

From Iceland

Of course, the most important lesson this year came from Marcus’ actions and his general living wisdom. We were lucky to make an international

Touching Heaven

2018-02-11T12:59:04+00:00Categories: The Innocent Prince|Tags: , , , , , |

Even under two blankets, Jimmy lay in bed shivering. “It had to be the coldest night of the year?” he complained.

“For the perfect mountain wedding, I guess so,” Amy cooed her reply. “What did you expect up here?”

“Heat. I expected heat.” He rubbed his hands above his chest and faced the ceiling as he ranted. “I also didn’t expect to have a fully dressed bride on my wedding night.” Under the covers he reached and pinched.

She squealed a pleased reply “I don’t care how grumpy you are.” She curled herself under his arm and over his chest, “I’m happy.

The Promise – We Belong

2018-02-23T10:50:40+00:00Categories: Grown Ups & Downs|Tags: , , , , |

Wedding days are full of promise.

Promises made and promises kept.

This picture is from Quinn and my wedding day and it speaks of promise like no other.

Pretty much the universal favorite pic from our wedding day. Quinn and Marcus.

 

Sure, there were promises, vows – you know, between Quinn and I. However, those are the obvious ones, the “givens” of the day. The look between these two, it speaks to our life together, to comitment, to belief, to trust – this, my friends, shows a lifetime of promise.

The Center of the Cycle is Loving

2018-02-15T08:28:01+00:00Categories: Grown Ups & Downs|Tags: , , , |

currenlty collage

 

Currently and As Always…

loving, craving, demanding, questioning, worrying

#TBT Post

Loving. From the moment I met him, and each day since, I marvel at the miracle that is Marcus. At times I muse at how he doesn’t look like me, or much like the child, I thought I would have created. No. He looks just like him. He does in so many ways act like the child I thought I’d have, he’s dramatic and funny and creative. And more than anything,

Learning to Celebrate Love

2018-03-31T14:09:46+00:00Categories: Grown Ups & Downs|Tags: , , , , , , |

Bringing a circle of support around two people is beautiful. My favorite weddings combine celebration, tradition, and personality, with the rituals chosen on purpose, a specific and unique start to their new adventure together.

Last year we went to the wedding of my dear friend, Christine. The small congregation of close friends and family spontaneously sang her down the aisle of the small chapel. The scene was gorgeous on a beautiful island off of Seattle. It propelled me to live like we have 100 Junes.

 

Also last year, my youngest

Top Ten Points of Friendship I’m Thankful For

2018-02-08T14:51:29+00:00Categories: Grown Ups & Downs|Tags: , , , |

Am I this squishy every month? A little. However, it’s also this #LoveBlogChallenge keeping me really squishy in February. So much of what is good in life around me is full of love, but not about “in love.”

The question posed: 10 things that are better than anything except being in love

Friendship – Top Ten Perks

Today, my ten things (that aren’t things, of course) that are better than anything revolve around friendship. I made this list then put it in a randomizer; it was too hard for me to choose an order, so

The Real Challenge

2018-02-10T10:23:44+00:00Categories: Grown Ups & Downs|Tags: , , , |

What One Young Man with Down Syndrome Wants You to Understand

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Yesterday I learned a little bit about a man with Down syndrome named Stephen, and his mother, who wished he had never been born. I don’t know much except what I read from a tabloid article written by his mother. When Stephen was very young, about three years old he cried in the night, a lot. He cried for many hours because of…Pain? Confusion? The article did not say, it was not his story, it was his mother’s, so we learned that she