And then I remember Easter last year - in the midst of The First Round of Holidays without E's grandfather; when we were 4 days shy of viability - new life growing, but not quite yet in our grasp...
And this year, we will have this little guy crawling (no more army crawl - he does proper OnHandsAndKnees now!) all over our Easter:
This year, I want to introduce a new series (and no, I haven't forgotten Tour Tuesdays - the first post - our master bedroom! - is merely waiting for a clean picture of a nicely made bed.... It's been waiting almost 2 weeks...)
No, this new series is for you readers who have always wondered how good of a book your life would be... I'm going to bring the past to life (as much as I never want to relive the time after that Easter two years ago, I don't want to ever forget.)
((I'll be mixing in some fiction with fact, blurring the lines - maybe this will eventually turn into something publishable (HA))).
I took a creative writing course in high school (elective English class) and while I failed miserably at the whole "Draft, Redraft, revise - rewrite, redraft AGAIN" aspect (I always wrote the best when shot from the hip... Off the cuff... flying by the seat of my pants...) I sincerely enjoyed writing.
So this will be my attempt to get back at it. (And hopefully I'll help future-Kate out by pre-writing a bunch when I'm in the mood/setting/environment to write and then I can just schedule-post them...)
Without further ado... (still trying to think of a cool moniker for this series... lol any suggestions?)
Her friend told her that she had just taken a test the night before; an appointment was set for first thing Monday morning. And despite the laissez-faire attitude that made Grace wince, and the easy-to-achieve pregnancy that she would face down every minute with her friend, she hugged and congratulated them - smiled as the husbands high-fived and toasted to his manliness and super sperm.
With no point of reference for pregnancy appointments, aside from the not-so-stellar outcome for her friend, Grace brushed off the momentary embarrassment - she didn't care if they laughed at her. She felt reassured that she was on the right path, already feeling the responsible mommy-to-be.
The dogs barking in the next room pulled Grace out of her reverie. She shook her head at her freshman foolishness, requesting a beta... the results of which were never given to her, she only realized now as she pulled herself up from the dining room chair.
A quick glance told her that Darren still hadn't set up the folding chairs...