In a conversation with my mom she said that “We can’t go back only through.”
She is very smart.
Exactly one year ago today, my family threw me a baby shower. I requested fruit punch to drink and ranch dressing for the cut veggies.
My beloved took the two older monkies out for the afternoon with my father-in-law.
My sister bought blue plastic cutlery and cups.
I still have the plastic stork from the top of the cake. It’s in the bottom of the treat basket.
Exactly seven days later he was born. I can’t go back…only through.