A Catholic wedding 👇
This groom surprised his new bride by having her students with Down syndrome be the ring bearers and flower girls at their wedding. The photographer who captured this moment also has Down syndrome. pic.twitter.com/Y63HpyURkI
— Sachin Jose (@Sachinettiyil) November 12, 2023
Love can conquer all: our fears, our prejudices, our lack of faith in God.
God gave us people with “disabilities” (if you want to call them that) to teach us how to get to Heaven. It goes against what the world teaches. A struggle for the parents- yes. But the Blessings are unmeasurable. God is so awesome like this.
Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
Shame on those who tell us that a man can be a woman and a woman can be a man but yet a child born with Downs Syndrome or Autism through Gods Will, cannot be who they were born to be.
Huge SMILE, and tear.
My niece in law, Angel, has downs. The name should be UPs syndrome because she is a light to the entire family. A light from above.
Our youngest son is nearly 18. His Down syndrome has never stopped him from being a joy to his parents or siblings. He oozes love in a a world that lacks it. Some may think we are burdened because Hayden is not “normal “. They are the ones who need pity cause they don’t know what they are missing. I agree with the comment that it should be called UP syndrome Hayden is the best friend his old Dad has ever known. Wife included Sorry dear.
Well said Dave! I felt the same way about our autistic son Larry. In some ways he was the most self sufficient of our kids. He always positioned himself at my right hand side when the family went out. I miss him terribly.
Anybody who’s had the honor of knowing a Down’s child has seen what God’s love looks like: unafraid, unfiltered, undiluted, absolute, joyous in its own being and from the deepest of all places in the heart.
Hayden likes me best and it drives his Mom nuts. He is my motivation to stay active and be able to be by his side for as long as I can. I feel a lot younger than my 65 yrs show when he and I are together biking, taking walks, or sitting side by side at Mass or adoration.
It’s like that with my autistic daughter: she will gently remind me to remain calm when I’m upset, point out when I’m being profane or rude, and remind me of things I’ve forgotten. To borrow a phrase from Forrest Gump, we’re like “peas and carrots”.