Could it be possible that it was just a year ago when I could not imagine this day?
Yes, THIS DAY.
We had recently found out that the (kicking, twirling, lung biting) bump in my belly was going to be a boy. And, yeah, I was scared.
It was Halloween night and I spent it answering the door and thinking about what was to come. Each boy in a ninja suit with sugar crumbs drizzled over his shirt had a name. Was it a good name? One I could use? Was it to be my little babe's name? And, oh yeah, WHAT THE HECK WAS I GOING TO DO WITH A BABY?
The year has gone by, and Halloween is here again. A Halloween that was beyond imagination not so long ago. This Halloween you are 8 wiggly months old.
You and I you spent the night answering the door again, only this time, you were on my hip. Instead of kicking my spleen, you gave me some delicious giggles. Instead of reminding me that I hadn't eaten in 20 minutes, you tried to help me hand out candy. And the best part . . . instead of being where I couldn't hold you, you were busy wrapping yourself around my heart.
Trenty, you are the sweetest treat in the basket.
Happy Halloween.
