One year ago last night (this morning?) at 2am J came to me as I was watching the end of Silent Hill (oy) and said "my water broke". Get out! was my reply but to know J is to know nothing short of the very sheets she's sleeping under catching fire could drive her from her bed at that hour, so I knew that that moment we'd been waiting for so long was finally here. So off we went with bags in hand and, to make a long (long) story short, 20 hours and one c-section later little T came bellowing into our world. Nothing has been the same since. So happy birthday Thomas, we're glad you're here and decided to stay. And every time you smile or laugh or give me the stink eye for suggesting the possibility that the power outlet is not the best place to put your keys, we love you a little more.
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