"Let the Bright seraphim, in burning row
their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow.
Let the Cherubic sounds, in tuneful choirs
Touch their immortal harps with golden wires."
After the harbor breezes cleared away all but what remained in our hearts, we quietly retreated inside, our hearts overflowing with gratitude for witnessing such unusual splendor.
A few minutes passed. Still in awe, I realized our celebration was not yet over: someone else was responding to the magnificent concert. I became aware of the early pangs of labor. And just before dawn our son, Joshua Christian Royal, was born.
Christian's birthday will be celebrated on Easter Day this year, 22 years after our hearts were melted by an unearthly glory.
(Though Christian's entrance into this world was indeed dramatic, my adjustment to the surprise of having a baby born with Down Syndrome after having five "typical" children was not at all easy. I fell in love with my child, but it was not without going through some shock and grief. Slowly, the differences between him and my other children became to me his own "specialties". The characteristics that made him so particularly lovable to me, my husband and his siblings, were absolutely his DIFFERENCES!)