It hit me all of a sudden.
The beauty of the moment wasn't in the lights or the music. It wasn't in the view, the fireworks, or the fancy food. Yes, all of that was beautiful and extravagant. Don't get me wrong.
But all of that couldn't compare to the parents.
The parents who lovingly held their children. The parents who picked up their children and danced with them on the dance floor. The real beauty was in the way a whole community surrounds these parents and each of their precious children.
Over 90 children. All with special needs. All loved. Cherished. Wanted. Just for who they are.
I've never seen anything so beautiful.
So don't tell me that Ugandan families don't love and care for their children with special needs.
I won't believe you.