Every September 14th for the last 28 years is the sober reminder of how fragile life is.
I lost my brother to a careless freak automobile accident on the day of his 15th Bday.
Day of reflection. Also day of thinking the what ifs. How cool would it be if he were still around. Uncle Ivan would be a great tío.
He would be over the moon with the new addition we so anxiously await.
Emotionally drained. Topped with nice date night with the bride while the critter enjoys a sleepover with friends.
Tomorrow will be a new day with recharges energy.
Feet grow during pregnancy. Did you know that? I’m now wearing size 12. The Pregnant Husband chronicles are no joke!