My husband passed away in a motorcycle accident 9 years ago. When our daughter was born 16 years ago with down syndrome, I struggled with it at the time. Upset and listing all the things she wouldn’t be able to do (marriage, children, drive) he stopped me and said “I will teach her to drive, and she will have a yellow punch buggy!”. The yellow punch buggy became very symbolic for us. He even had a die-cast model toy of one on a shelf in her room. Today, while heading to Boston Children’s hospital for an anxious appointment for our daughter, I came across this heart at a car wash vacuum cleaner. It was no doubt exactly what I needed in that moment.
