We have now officially entered "This Time Last Year" season.
This time last year, I was a month away from my due date and had just spent the evening starting to work on Collin's room with Kyle. I couldn't figure out why I was extra uncomfortable and couldn't get to sleep. Little did I know that my water was getting ready to break and in a few short and semi-scary hours, I would be holding my son in my arms.
It's strange and hard to look back on that me. I feel sorry for her and jealous of her all at once - sorry for what she was getting ready to face, but jealous that she didn't know it yet. But regardless - and even though Collin had seizures all day today and we had to give him big doses of meds and he was so out of it that he couldn't even wake up while we sang Happy Birthday to him - I'm still so glad that it is this Valentine's Day and not last.
And speaking of Valentine's Day:
Happy Valentine's Day to Kyle, my long-time sweetheart, my partner in hardship, my favorite.