When she was 4, her whole world turned pink. She wanted to be a princess. She used to run back from school to dress up with her pink gown. At the age of 5, her world gave another turn. Now she wants to be a model.
There’s really nothing special about this girl, other than she’s my girl.
She’s the one that I received in my arms sobbing a mix of joy and sadness more than 5 years ago.
She’s the less than 18 inches long baby that seemed would never walk.
She’s the one who took years to learn how to say her first words and phrases, and is still learning to talk.
Sometimes I still cry when I hold her, but sadness is gone, these tears are only the product of joy.
She’s my daughter.
She’s the one who was born with a weak heart that has turned into the strength that makes mine flutter.
She’s the light, the heavens and the sun that shines
She’s the one that the psychologist said would never look like me, as the physical features of the syndrome had beaten her deeply.
She’s the one that many times has been judged by the shape of her eyes.
And the one strong enough to show everyone all that she is able to do.
She’s my every day reminder that we are what we decide to be.
That steps don’t need to be giant when we decide to leap.
That self-esteem is the reflection of love.
And love is the basis of acceptance. Only love.
That in this wide and incredible world, there’s no human being more like me than she.
She’s my perfect daughter with Down syndrome.
image 1 of 9Modeling her favorite coat
image-2 2 of 9Perfect outfit for fall
image-3 3 of 9Taking care of her garden
image-4 4 of 9I'm ready for school
image-5 5 of 9Perfect time to wear her pink boots
image-6 6 of 9Bubbles are her favorite.
image-7 7 of 9Working at the garden
image-8 8 of 9Loving her braids
image-9 9 of 9Modeling her favorite dress