By Amy W. Opalk
I dreamed he’d be born beautiful and healthy.
I dreamed he’d tell me that he loves me.
He tells me every day.
I dreamed he’d be bright and funny.
He is – his humor is wonderful.
I dreamed he’d ride a bike, catch a ball and wrestle with his big brother.
He does and his brother loves it.
I dreamed he’d have big birthday parties with lots of friends and cake and presents.
He’s had six.
I dreamed he’d one day get on a bus and go to kindergarten.
He did it yesterday – my heart full of love and my eyes full of tears.
I dreamed he’d make us proud.
He has and he’s inspired us.
Dean has Down Syndrome.
I never dreamed that.
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