I remember exactly where I was when I saw those two pink lines. Sitting alone while the rest of the house was asleep. Only the sunrise out the window and the birds singing their song to celebrate with me. That was the first moment I knew we were together. And one that will reside in the deepest parts of my heart for as long as I live.
I knew immediately I needed to go to the doctor. So I quietly tiptoed to get dressed and hide the pregnancy test so Tyler wouldn’t see it when he got up. Then grabbing the keys and heading out the door to urgent care. They confirmed what I suspected…
pneumonia.
I had been having trouble breathing for days and it was hard to focus on a new baby while feverish and in desperate need of an inhaler. Once that was taken care of, and after a nap, I grabbed the box of tissue paper and gift bags that we save for special occasions. Wrapping up the test and writing on a card from the drugstore where I picked up medicine, it was time to celebrate.
We blew up balloons (wouldn’t recommend with pneumonia) and ushered dad into his chair in the living room. I loaded a roll of film in my camera and watched as we gave him the best birthday present he’s ever gotten. Tears streamed down his face when he found out that he was going to get to be a dad, again.
It’s hard to believe how time flies, as we all know. I am sitting here writing this and overwhelmed with gratitude for the memories made and now memories shared. One whole month with you, my John Carson, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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