Some days are just days, the sun rises and stretches its rays across the grass and the paperboy throws the paper onto the porch with a thud, the birds chirp and the alarm goes off.
But some days ....
Some days that glorious golden orb rises in celebration, as if it were the first day it had ever graced the frosty landscape with its brilliant pulsing light, the paperboy gracefully lobs his carefully aimed missile in a smooth arch, sailing through the air with gravity defying perfection as it lands happily in its designated destination on the porch with a triumphant thud, the birds serenade the morning in with a cheerful melody that bodes good fortune for the day and the sound of the alarm echoes the joyous call.
Yesterday was one of those days.
Behold. She walks.
I realize that to the average parent that little shaky, stiff legged, stroller-aided stumble might not be awe-inspiring. But when you're the parent of a child with special needs, that moment was no less cause for celebration than the royal wedding.
Apparently Lily takes note when someone says she "can't" do something. Because the other night I was watching a friend's video of her little girl, who shares that magical extra chromosome and who is just a little bit younger than Lily...I sat slack-jawed, with Lily on my lap as we watched Addison cruise around the table, carefully placing each foot sideways as she stretched to reach a klondike wrapper. "Look at this, Sam, Addison is walking around the table! Lily can't even take a step sideways yet, I wonder if Deanna realizes how amazing this is?!"
So last night when Daddy got home from work and relaxed on the floor with the Lilybird, she decided to show us she's no slacker. Can't do something? Forget about it!
And while we're on the subject of incredible feats of amazingness, please check out this blog.
And Jane- you are extraordinary.
If you gave to Albina during our Canon Rebel giveaway, you helped make that miracle happen.
It's not every day you experience a miracle.
But I'm starting to figure out that it sort of goes hand in hand with this little thing called Down syndrome. I can't wait to get to Heaven, because I want to see that little 21st chromosome under one of God's microscopes...because I have a feeling that along with other genetic instruction like almond eyes and sandal-gapped toes, there is something that says "accompanied by multiplied miracles."
And speaking of miracles, Lily's little friend Ollie is going in for open heart surgery tomorrow. Ollie's mama Annie is asking for lots of prayer for her, so please keep this family in your prayers. Annie donated one of her beautiful custom made blankets to our Three Little Angels giveaway, and I promised I would ask Lily's readers to pray in exchange. If you want to leave a comment on her blog, telling her you're praying, I'm sure she would love to hear from you.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have an amazing day to attend to....