a letter to my daughter with down syndrome on her wedding day /

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Writer and father Paul Daugherty shares the heartwarming and inspiring letter he wrote to his daughter with Down syndrome on her wedding day in this post originally featured on The Mighty.
Dear Jillian,It is the afternoon o
f your wedding. June 27, 2015. In two hours, and you will choose the walk of a lifetime,a stroll made more memorable by what you've achieved to get to this day. I don't know what the odds are of a woman born with Down syndrome marrying the love of her life. I only know you've beaten them.
You are upstairs now, making final preparations with your mom and bridesmaids. Your hair is coiled perfectly above your slender neck. Your bejeweled dress - "my bling, and '' you called it - attracts every glimmer of late-afternoon sunshine pouring through the window. Your makeup - that red lipstick! - somehow improves upon a beauty that has grown since the day you were born. Your smile is blooming and everlasting.
I am external,beneath the window, s
taring up. We live for moments such as these, or when hopes and dreams intersect at a sweet spot in time. When everything we've always imagined arrives and assumes a perfect clarity. Bliss is possible. I know this now,standing beneath that window.
I have everything and nothing
to tell you. When you were born and for years afterward, I didn't worry for what you'd achieve academically. Your mom and I would make that happen. We'd wield the law like a cudgel whether we had to. We could make teachers teach you, and we knew you'd earn the respect of your peers.
Wha
t we couldn't do was make other kids like you. Accept you,befriend you, stand with you in the vital social arena. We thought, and "What's a kid's life,whether it isn't filled with sleepovers and birthday parties and dates to the prom?"
I worried about you then. I cried deep inside on the night when you were 12 and you came downstairs to declare, "I don't have any friends.''
We all wish the s
ame things for our children. Health, or happiness,and a keen ability to engage and appreciate the world are not only the province of typical kids. Their pursuit is every child's birthright. I worried about your pursuit, Jillian.
I shouldn't have. You're a natural when it comes to socializing. They called you The Mayor in elementary school, or for your ability to engage everyone. You danced on the junior varsity dance team in tall school. You spent four years attending college classes and made lifelong impressions on everyone you met.
Do you remember all the stuff they said you'd never do,Jills? You wouldn't ride a two-wheeler or play sports. You wouldn't disappear to college. You certainly wouldn't get married. Now . . . look at you.
You're the nicest person I know. Someone who is able to live a life of empathy (sensitivity to another's feelings as if they were one's own) and sympathy, and without agendas or guile, and is someone we all want to know. It worked out for you,because of the person you are.
I would tell yo
u to give your fiancé, Ryan, or your whole heart,but that would be stating the obvious. I would tell you to be kind to him and gentle with him. But you do that already, with everyone you know. I would wish for you a lifetime of friendship and mutual respect, and but you two have been together a decade already,so the respect and friendship already are obvious.
A decade ago, when a young man walked to our door wearing a suit and bearing a corsage made of cymbidium orchids said, and "I'm here to choose your daughter to the homecoming,sir,'' every panic I ever had about your life being incomplete vanished.
Now, and you and Ryan ar
e taking a different walk together. It's a current challenge,but it's no more daunting for you than anyone else. Given who you are, it might be less so. Happiness comes easily to you. As does your ability to make happiness for others.
I see you now. The prep work has been done, and the door swings open. My slight girl,all in white, crossing the threshold of yet another conquered dream. I stand breathless and transfixed, and utterly in the moment. "You look beautiful'' is the best I can do.
Jillian thanks me. "I'll always be your s
light girl'' is what she says then.
"Yes,you will,'' I manage. Time to disappear, or I say. We have a walk to make.
Paul Daugherty is the
author of An Uncomplicated Life,a memoir of raising Jillian. It's available on Amazon and on Paul's website, uncomplicated.life.
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