"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"Izzie is non-verbal, wheelchair bound, on a feeding tube, and mostly uncommunicative. However, there were a few times when her eyes met Carson’s and she lit up like the 4th of July... and, well, so did he!"
"Today, my younger sister received her high school yearbook and was not in it. She didn’t miss picture day or ask for her picture not to be included. Imagine the heartbreak my mother felt having to explain to my sister why she wasn’t in the yearbook."
"No matter what he chooses, when church is over, he is exhausted and anxious. He makes his way back through the crowded lobby and the smells and the people touching him and the kids playing. He panics. The meltdown begins."
When I first received the Down syndrome diagnosis for your brother, the first coherent thought I had was, “Poor him”, which quickly turned to “poor you.” I exited the present and started living in your futures.
"When we exited the movie I was so angry I cried and I don’t think I have cried so hard in a very long time... Please pass this on I want people to know what happened. This was horrible."
