Daniel is about six hours old in this photo. I had just pushed his hospital bassinet over to the window where the early morning light was peeking into the small room. I played around with the camera for a few minutes trying to find a composition I liked when suddenly, something in the viewfinder made me put it down and look at him more closely.

Several hours later, the staff pediatrician came in to talk with me about Daniel’s suspected chromosomal abnormality. Words flew out of her mouth: trisomy 21, floppy baby, low muscle tone, advanced maternal age. I half heard. I didn’t cry or feel sad. Strangely enough, I just showed the doctor that picture and said, “I thought so.”

Daniel at 2 months

But in my mind, I suddenly pictured the swaddled newborn laying in my lap with a large red bow on his head. Here, at last, was my gift. And what a gift he has turned out to be.

Danny with 3 of his siblings

He is still new, almost eight months old, and we have so much more to learn. But Danny is delightful, easy going and very sociable. He loves to smile and sing with his six siblings. And maybe it’s the low muscle tone, but he is the snuggliest little guy of all.