😔 Those words were thrown at me when I was seven months pregnant — sharp, careless, and heavy with judgment. They stayed in the air far longer than they should have.

🤝 Chris squeezed my hand and leaned close, whispering, “Don’t listen, honey.” In that moment, his love became my shield.

💍✨ We both have Down syndrome. We met in a dance class, fell in love through laughter and music, and chose to believe in ourselves even when the world doubted us. Parenting didn’t come with certainty — only courage, patience, and endless heart.

👶💖 When our son finally arrived, I cried tears of fear, relief, and overwhelming love. Chris kissed my forehead and whispered, “You did it, Mama.” And in that instant, every cruel word lost its power.

🌈💛 This is not just a story about having a baby.
It’s a story about dignity, devotion, and love that refuses to be defined by labels.
About two hearts choosing hope — and proving that love is more than enough.