A year ago yesterday was the Saturday before Easter.
Eric and I looked blankly up at each other above a positive pregnancy test, both of us trying to gauge the other's reaction to what was in my hand. And, apparently, my body.
Our world had just changed.
Then Eric said something very profound.
"Wait... are you serious? ... Well, will you put that down and wash your hands ... so I can hold you or something?"
Last night, I picked the stuffed animals up off the living room floor while the water ran in the sink. I walked into the bedroom to see Emma, ready for her bath, lying on her back on her changing table.
Eric held her tiny feet over his eyes, then pulled them down so she could see his face and pretended to eat her feet.
Emma has the cutest laugh.
I carried the towel to the kitchen, where Eric sang "The Eensie Weensie Spider" and walked his fingers up Emma's tummy.
"DOWN came the rain," and Eric emptied the sponge on her belly.
What a difference a year can make.
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