Today I woke up at 4:30 a.m. with a bad cold.
And today I have a birthday boy. Silas is four.
As well as a cuddly girl with her own runny nose (the culprit!), and little boys worn out from their week, so today we stayed home, birthday or no, and did the best we could.
Today marks halfway between conception and baby, and I feel the heft of it today, the weight of the little lives around and within, as I go back into the kitchen for just one more thing.
There were fresh strawberry shortcakes, markers on the table, new bikes and new shoes, fish sticks and watermelon, but no naps today.
The siren's call of the television won, and it played on, but with runny noses and tired children I won't feel guilty,