Lest you think that last week's post would predict a continued rough patch, we had a really great weekend.
But today is actually one of the biggest days, and one of the biggest trap doors, even though I knew it was coming.
By the end of today, Drew has officially lived longer than Connor. This year will be a series of 10th birthday parties for Drew, and his friends, and every time I will celebrate the amazingness of those roughly 3654 (thanks, leap years!) days. Inside, though, the realization that the decade, the double digits have been breached and it will make me sad to know that with all the things Connor did accomplish in his short life, that wasn't one of them.
But, he did live roughly 3280 more days than they told us they expected. That's a pretty good over. If I were better at math, I could interpret that better. But I'm not, and have accepted that.
One week until Drew is 10. He's very excited. Which means that he won't see anything from me except for huge smiles for him.