There were times after Abby was born where I was sad that I didn’t get to see what I looked like in a girl. What my features looked like. I saw Abby’s features- her almond eyes- etc, as Down syndrome, not as my own. This is a hard thing to admit. People would say, “She has your nose!” and I would think, “nah, she has no bridge- that’s not me- that’s the Down syndrome.”
As time moved on, I began to see it. I began to see my nose, my chin, my expressions, in my daughter. I also see A LOT of Magnusson. She’s got her dad’s cheeks. She looks a little like her beautiful Aunt, Leslie. That makes me SO happy. Before Abby was born Lance and I would talk about what we thought she’d look like and we both hoped she’d look like Leslie.
I selfishly worried that she wouldn’t be pretty. That the world would only see her as her diagnosis, and not the girl she is.
I was wrong. The world sees her as both Down syndrome and my beautiful Abby. She’s pretty on her own, but these two things added together make her beautiful.
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