I can't believe that six whole months have passed since you, our hurricane baby, were born. It seems like yesterday that we made the drive home from New Hampshire as a family of four. Only four days before, we were playing it safe and leaving our home as a family of three. We planned ahead for the highly unlikely scenario that you would arrive during the storm. I packed a couple of tiny outfits for you and Daddy installed your car seat, just in case. The morning you were born Daddy and I were laughing; saying over and over, we can't believe it. Besides the day that Jack made me a Mom, August 29th, 2011, is my very favorite day. If there was one day that I could ever do over again, it would be your birthday, and I wouldn't change a thing.
I love you, my little peanut.