The more and more I meet people and have to tell them about Joshua, I realize something. Unless it's happened to them, they seriously, honestly, positively have NO idea. Whatsoever. At all. Sad but true.
For example, the other day a friend mentions that my parents have 6 grand-kids. Hmmm. Really? I thought they had 7. Ya see, if you had lost a child, you would never leave that child out when counting how many grand-kids your parents have.
There is one exception to the rule, however: If a crazy cashier at T.J.Maxx asks you if you have any kids you, of course, say "no". This same cashier also started out by asking me what I do. Well obviously I don't do that much if I'm shopping at T.J.Maxx.