Caleb has always had a hard time falling asleep at night. Once in a while he'll sneak downstairs and think of something to tell Andrew or myself. One evening last week he came downstairs and I can't remember what we were talking about, but the conversation went something like this:
"Caleb, don't you want to get married and have your own home one day?"
"No... I want to take care of Lukie."
"Caleb, that's sweet, but you might have your own children one day."
"I want a kid with Down Syndrome."
BLESS HIS HEART.
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