October 24th. Eight years ago on this date, I was silently cursing my unborn son. It was my due date. And he wasn't showing any signs of coming out.
The following two weeks, yes, two weeks, were the longest weeks of my life. I was so anxious. I wanted to meet my little boy! I was ready. Room was painted, clothes were washed and folded, breast pump was ready to go, hospital bag was packed, etc., etc.
This is my warning post to you all that it's about to get sappy around here. I love my boys' birthdays, I do a lot of reflecting, plan big parties, and give them even more hugs & kisses than they usually have to deal with.
