Yesterday, I met a man.
He was dressed like any 20-something man would dress. He had a trendy beard and wore a few accessories in the latest styles. Undeniably, he was hip and handsome.
I said hello, a little shy.
He reached out to shake my hand and returned my hello, not shy at all. A friendly, outgoing man.
I liked him instantly.
We watched our Little Leaguers play ball for a few minutes, and then I left to take 4 of my children home.
I can't stop thinking about that man. I think I might have even dreamed about him last night. I would really like to meet him again. Soon.
He has Down syndrome. In the few minutes that I knew him, I wondered if my son would grow up to be like him. That thought makes me smile.
|Watching his brother play baseball|