today at arts and services, as i was chasing my favorite student around the program, trying to stop him from breaking every instrument in sight, i had a thought:

this guy has the sweetest life.

sure, he's got down syndrome. sure he'll never fall in love, or get married, or become a parent, or own his own home, but he has people who love him (including me), a home cooked meal in front of him thrice a day, clothes on his back, and a smile on his face. the best part of his day is when he gets to take a walk and play on a jungle gym. every new thing is a wonder to him--every rock, every sandwich, every smile and every new song he hears on the radio he seems so intent on breaking. he's peter pan; he never has to grow up.

i'm not saying it's preferable; i know that not all people like him are as lucky.
but maybe he's the recipient of a specific type of grace. i can only imagine the types of interactions he has with God. those are conversations i'd love to hear.