Yesterday was C's first birthday. I ended up crying around the time he was born, thinking about his BM, how she is doing, what she is doing, etc.
Today is the day we got the call about him. This time last year, we were headed down to St Pete to meet him. We still didn't know much about his health, but we were taking the chance. This year, I took my little boy on a ride in his new (birthday) wagon and to sit on the Easter Bunny's lap.
It's so crazy how life can change in a second.
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