The emotion hit me for the first time this morning.
At Starbucks. While ordering a Venti latte with oat milk and three pumps of peppermint. I didn’t have a Starbucks order before this hotel stay. My sister told me what to order because I don’t speak Starbucksese. This latte is delicious. And now I have something to give up for Lent.
Today is the 3 month anniversary of Becky’s birth. She was supposed to have her open heart surgery this morning. But plans changed and the surgery is rescheduled for January 20.
So it seemed like a good day to reflect on Becky’s birth. Most of this post was written while I was in the NICU. I wanted to capture the memories while they were fresh. It was an intense, unforgettable day.
I finished my weekend post anticipating Becky’s discharge from the hospital and a calm weekend at home before her surgery. And I closed with these words, “Unless Becky has other plans for her Saturday night.”
My last post was in honor of our 24th wedding anniversary. I tried to wax poetic about our life together and the lasting wisdom of our wedding vows. For better for worse. For richer for poorer. In sickness and in health.
But I’m not sure where in those vows to place my husband’s continuing propensity to run out of gas.