Five years ago today Emily nudged me awake around 3 AM to tell me that her water broke and to ask that I help her get things ready to go the hospital. It took us roughly two minutes to get there (maybe I am remembering that wrong), but it turned out we didn’t have to be in such a rush. We spent the bulk of the morning and early afternoon alternating between taking laps around the hospital hall in an attempt to get things moving along and sitting in the room waiting.
All of the waiting was worth it, because around 4:30 PM, my oldest was born.
Now he’s five. He’s an older brother, and will be starting kindergarten in the fall. Where did the time go?