One year ago was a Thursday. I had the day off from work.
One year ago I woke up and headed to take the first shower like I do every morning, as Tom headed downstairs to get breakfast.
One year ago I decided that even though I'd originally promised I'd wait until Saturday, I decided to take a pregnancy test.
One year ago I figured I'd look at it after I got out of the shower, but realized before I could even put it down, that I could see a second line.
One year ago we started planning for the future. We started imagining a small Spearson running around.
One year ago I painted our front door purple. The door that I refer to as E's door every time I go through it.
One year ago I still didn't believe the first test, so I took another, because i needed to see it printed out for me in words. And then decided I needed to take two more.
One year ago we had no idea what was coming.
Life looks a lot different than it did one year ago.
