Six months ago today we saw Vampire Weekend as Baby Boy danced in my belly. I posted about it the next morning - through some contractions that felt unusually different - called Mike a bit later & told him that I was going to hop in a cab & head to the hospital but not to worry because it's no big deal & probably nothing. Mike met me there (of course), we ended up leaving in tears (me) & about 5 hours later we were back & quickly met our Baby Quinn. And then everything changed.
I don't know. I'm feeling all sorts of things today, like gratitude for my little family that is safe & warm & dry (but humbled & reminded by how quickly circumstances can change). Gratitude for being a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend. Etcetera.
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