I am a 25 year old woman with an angel as my little brother. A total and complete surprise, he was given to us on April 9th, 2005. My mother wasn't expecting him to have Down syndrome and wasn't unhappy with it either. Her motto on it, was "He's my baby and he's alive" She never looked back to the tears. Christopher is my hero, in many different ways, mostly because he has been through so much, but he always wakes up with a smile and a hug waiting for you. Since he was born, he's been in and out of the hospital. We, were lucky that he has a healthy heart, but he has a feeding tube. Feeding tubes, don't like this odd belly and have a bad habit of coming out time to time. But, he's a trooper and always wakes up from his surgery with a huge smile, and it makes me realize that I can be as strong as he is. His favorite toys are anything with music, he has a bad habit of pressing the same button over and over and over. It's so cute, and when he laughs all your cares go away, his laugh is loud and boisterous like an adult. And the only word he can say is -Momma ma ma ma- but we understand, every scream, yell, pinch or cute noise, even if it's a raspberry. He has no butt, so his jeans don't stay on very well. I am his caregiver and I am so happy that god blessed us with him, I wouldn't want him any other way.