I’m going to let my husband speak, for a change. Just a few of the many things I love about him: his sharp mind, his brilliant writing and his fierce devotion to our family.
Life is hard. And love especially. “All we can do is offer up everything we’ve got, meager as it may be and shrinking by the day, and hope that it’s enough.”
On the 23rd anniversary of our first date, you asked me if I would’ve asked you if I’d known what would follow.
You didn’t mean the good stuff: the romance and the adventure and the four wonderful kids and the triumphs and the building of a life together.
You meant the tough stuff: the first gut-wrenching stillbirth and the time you almost died and the second gut-wrenching stillbirth and the news that our beautiful baby girl had Down syndrome and the slow realization that our adopted son’s special needs were more challenging in real life than they read on paper.
So many things that we didn’t choose to write into our love story. Things we never imagined; not in our worst nightmares.
There are no rules when you fall in love
You just take what you get and you hope it’s enough
On the 2nd anniversary…
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June 19th, 2015 at 12:47 pm
Dear Glen and Christie,
I am certain there are hundreds if not more people around the world who are mortified to see that any child -whatever their physical ability could be used by Genoma to promote what is nothing less than a form of eugenics – your daughter is unique and I urge you not only to start an online campaign letter to the CEO of the company but to sue them for using not only yours but ANY photograph of a child living. This is utterly despicable and immoral behaviour and they need to be held accountable for the trauma and hurt you are having to endure as a result.