Early this year, while an icy rain fell from the sky and bare trees stood dreaming of spring, we rushed to the hospital. It was time. Many hours later, a loud cry of protest and a collective intake of breath marked Sid's arrival into our lives. The days and weeks that followed are a blur in my mind. And now, almost a year later those early days seem so far away. Nothing could have prepared us for the year that was 2018. Thinking back on this wonderful year has me at a loss for words. It will take me some time to articulate, even to myself, what a gift this year has been. Instead I will remember fondly the wise and warm words of friends and family, and the gifts of socks and blankets that came to our door. I will keep that love close to me as the year ends and a new one begins.
May 2019 bring you much joy.