ou should’ve seen your face when Cooper was reeling in that grouper,” said my longtime friend Tony DiGiulian. “You were so happy. That smile was priceless.” My son Cooper, who is 9, was diagnosed with Trisomy 21, or Down syndrome, while my wife was pregnant. The diagnosis kicked off weeks of sleepless nights filled with worry and an unhealthy dose of Googling. My thoughts were overcome with concerns. Would Cooper be able to do everything his older brother, Max, does? Would he be
