Six

Six years. How is that possible?

I remember thinking there was no way I could be. But oh I was. And then the unthinkable happened. I really truly was pregnant. I couldn’t even handle myself. I was drinking bottles of tequila, eating ramen noodles, and being 24 years old. Getting pregnant didn’t happen to people like me.

But there it was, plain as day. And there he was- just as scared as I was but ready to strap in and enjoy the ride with me. So we waited and planned and go to know each other better and kept waiting some more. It’s a very surreal process when you go through it for the first time. I never wanted to do this all so young, but I’d tell anyone who’d listen that sometimes things just happen the way they’re supposed to. And it did. He became my rock, the light of my life, and the one person I couldn’t live without. She barreled into our world and change both of our lives. And here we are, six years after the culmination of what I couldn’t believe was happening. Six states away. A younger brother who, while his entrance was more calm and expected than his sister’s, has blazed his own trail and I am honored to be guiding him on this journey. But on this day, this one day that changed the course of our history forever, I look back and am thankful. And grateful. For where we have been and where the world has yet to take us. Buckle up. If the next six are anything like the first six have been, it’s going to be an excellent adventure.