I have a cousin that is 15 years that is mentally and physically challenged. At the age of 3 months old he started having seizures and to this day, the doctors don't know why.
Today the school he attends hosted their Special Olympics. It's the one day of the year that these kids get recognition for being who they are. It's the one day that they shine like the brightest stars that they are. In my heart every day is like these for these kids. I have always had a special place for them. I wanted to bring everyone of them home with me. To love them, take care of them, protect them. I cried almost the entire time, from the start of the National Anthem until the last wheel chair rolled across the finsish line. I am proud of EVERYONE of these kids. They face obstacles everyday that I know I couldn't handle, yet I'm so quick to complain about my imperfect world.
If you happen to look at my couple of new pics, and I look silly in my hat, that's ok. The kids worked hard at making them and Taylor wanted his Maimee to have one. I wore it proudly and will wear it proudly again. With a smile on my face and a bigger smile in my heart.
Hugs to you all!!
