things don't always go as planned

Today is my 25^th birthday and my first as a mother. Which is a little ironic, as I always thought this would be the year we’d finally get around to talking about having a baby. We were going to do some traveling in the meantime, maybe purchase a new TV, Scott would have taken a promotion, and we definitely wouldn’t still be living in Omaha.

But one year ago tomorrow we found out we were (surprise!) pregnant and here I am, with puke down the front of my shirt, waking up in the burbs, holding a smiling son in my arms. Happy Best Birthday Ever to me.

-Eleanor

Note From Scott: What can I say? I like younger (old) women. Happy Birthday, love!