Minus 7 In those days we were Just Friends. We met freshman year, before classes even began, waiting in line for an English class that I would end up dropping. But the boy who turned out to live upstairs from me was a keeper. The following summer we took our very first road trip together…
Category Archives: in which I become sentimental and sappy
Our story: the next chapter
It’s really strange to know for certain that your child will be born the next day. After weeks of hoping we could get this baby to flip or wondering if I’d go into labor on my own, it became clear the night of July 9th that one way or another, the baby was going to…
Our story
Two years ago. It seems like it could have been yesterday. Or something more like ten years. I was sitting in the rocking chair in Sebastian’s room. It was about 10:30 p.m. on July 7th. I had told Jonathan that I was going to sit up and read until this round of contractions had passed…
