Tonight I finally had some time to go through a stack of catalogs that have been piling up during this holiday season and in the stack I found the most recent newsletter from NADS (National Association for Down Syndrome). On the front page was an article about a young married couple, both of whom have DS. To be very honest, which I try to be here, this is probably one of the topics that made me cry the most during the first 6 months after Tera was born. Don't get me wrong, if you are looking, and maybe even if you aren't, you will find plenty of stories about young adults with DS that are getting or have gotten married. But you know it's not the norm because it's still "news" when it happens. This was probably one of the harder aspects of having a surprise diagnosis because how could I not think about one day watching Tom walk our daughter down the aisle once we found out she was in fact a girl. I'm not saying it filled my every waking moment, but it was definitely one of the things I dreamt about experiencing during those countless nights when sleep was eluding me. And yet as soon as we received her diagnosis, it was one of the first things that I thought might not happen. However, the more I have read the more I feel like her Dad and Odd-Father will still have to practice their scene from Bad Boys 2 when a boy finally does knock on our door (that poor, poor boy).