One Year Since The BFP*
It was a year ago today that Stephanie and I learned she was pregnant. It doesn’t seem possible that it was so long ago. I remember sitting here, in our den, at this very same desk, waiting for the phone to ring. I remember it as if it were yesterday. And, as wonderful and life-changing as that news was, I don’t think I ever could have predicted what life would look like a year later.
(*BFP, for those of you who weren’t around, or who don’t remember, stands for Big Fat Positive. Or, well, you could replace the second word with a number of things.)