A Joyful Noise…Post-it Note #45

Sometimes when people meet my daughter, Cadence, they say something like, “God knew you were special giving you a child like her.”  Cadence is eleven, profoundly Autistic, essentially non-verbal, and  labeled with Intellectual Disability (Mental Retardation).  I smile because they mean well, but I know better.  I’m as ordinary as can be.  Prone to come…