It’s kind of funny actually. Two nights ago all I could think about was ice cream. From what I could tell my forever parents forgot the tradition altogether. They remembered and acknowledged that it was my birthday but that’s where the party crashed.
I knew it had to be for good reason. And it was. Yesterday my second little person was born. A new life started. It was a beautiful day.
Now I have a different thing to obsess about. I can’t wait to meet him and sniff him and give him kisses. I can’t wait for all the food that falls to the ground or the hugs. I can’t wait to meet this new little man.
Maybe we can share a birthday ice cream next year.