One year ago today I was beginning the best day of my life. Big JAR was excitedly timing my contractions while I tried to pretend I was calm and collected. He rubbed my belly and said over and over, "this is it, we're having a baby today!"
Today I am the only one awake, picking pieces of excrement out of the dog kennel. No one is cheering for me or wishing me luck. Instead of shining with adoration, Big JAR's eyes will be heavy with sleep. He might mutter, "good morning" or "did you feed the dogs?"
Despite this, as I slurp my coffee and get ready for a day of meetings I consider myself beyond lucky.
Happy birthday, cupcake. I love you.
The jars are currently irrelevant. It seemed like a solid theme in 2011 and I'm too tired to rethink it. Also, should I even have a blog in 2020?
