Dear Preston,Today marks five years since the doctors told me you would be different, if you even made it here at all. Since then you’ve been a monkey, a dog, a vampire, a dragon and this year, due to your love of trains, you were a conductor. You can thank Uncle Chris and Aunt Anna for your costume. They bought it for you last Christmas since they knew mommy bought you the Thomas table. Five years ago today, at 9:10 pm, the time I am writing this entry, I had called a lot of people to let them know things were not going as planned. I remember at this time I was speaking to Aunt Angela on the phone. We had looked up “short femurs.” We didn’t have a lot of answers at that point. It was the beginning of what was to become a whirlwind almost six weeks until your birth. Here we are, five years later. Since Halloween is a major milestone day (and every year mommy breaks down and cries), we celebrated in style! Friday you had a fall festival at school. You just had a blast with your friends trick or treating and eating goodies and watching It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.
Today we had a very busy day. First, in your very OCD way, you filled the candy bowl for our 140 plus trick or treaters:
Then you, PaPa and I carved the jack o lantern:
Then we baked for Michelle’s neighborhood Halloween party. We hit the store for some last minute ingredients and you told the manager that, “After Halloween is Thanksgiving and I’m going to see the parade in New York. Then my PaPa, who is my mom’s dad, is going to set up his Lionel trains.” You are too much. Grandma and PaPa made spider cookies and we made cupcakes:
Thank you Preston for bringing the difference and making the difference in my life.
I love you forever,