I was going through my day planner last night, and throwing away a bunch of old receipts, and taking the appointment reminders and actually writing them in my planner, instead of sticking the piece of paper in the front of the book.
I looked back to December of 2009, and I got a little teary. I started thinking, “Wow. on Christmas Day, I was still pregnant.” I was opening the most perfect present for a baby girl, a little purple and white dress, with violets embroidered all over it. To say we weren’t hoping for a girl would be a lie. We were.