What’s so strange about having a “preemie” is that you become obsessed, truly obsessed, with milestones. I am sure that we are not the only set of parents whose heart swells with pride, love, amazement when their baby does something totally and completely normal…but we’re going to brag again anyway.
Last year, this is where we were. Today, I cried because Jack pulled himself up to a standing position while watching the US Open.
I am dork. A dork with a huge sense of history.