Perfect

Maybe this has made the rounds already, but no one can say this could ever be "over exposed". I could watch it again and again. This brought me back to the day with my Friday morning coffee ladies. I was the club's newest member, my infant boy bundled in a stroller, his Down syndrome my reason for being there. I immediately felt right at home with their company. We were very different women, and yes, we all had a beautiful child with Ds, but that wasn't the most significant thing we shared. The place we all found ourselves was the most poignant similarity. I can only describe this place by telling the story of one of the moms recounting the addition of her daughter to her family. Her response was almost wordless. Since watching her express how deeply glad she was that her daughter was who she was, I have seen other parents struggle to express their gladness. They never can, really. But they all do, by pausing in their attempt. They all pause and slowly shake their heads and they look up at you and their eyes are full of tears. Thats because there are no words. We use words like happy and glad and blessed and joyful all the time, for great reasons. It's never the right word in the case of relating what its like welcoming the unexpected child. There is no word that comes close to describing the thankfulness, the emotional journey to realizing the treasure a son or daughter is when they shift all of your assumptions and perspectives to a place you have never been before, and are so glad you arrived there. It's hard to really explain, you have to see it for your self, and when you do, you understand. Heath White reminded me of these moments again.