On this Saturday night last year,

this was happening.
My water broke,
my contractions were three minutes apart,
my mom and dad and husband and I were crowded in a small, somewhat scary delivery room,
as we braced ourselves to meet our girl.
I split a piece of pizza with my daughter,
and made two dozen cupcakes,
and constructed my girl’s favorite character out of fondant,
and my mom and dad and husband and I crowded around the CD player, as we danced to Stevie Wonder and Madcon,
passing our daughter around as she kicked her legs and shimmied her shoulders and boogied on down with us to the music.
Last year was contractions and a c-section,
this year was coziness and some ‘honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you’.
what I’m trying to say is,
this year, for the win!

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