We ate breakfast. Our friend and her little dog came to join us for breakfast. It was good. My husband is a wonderful cook. We all puzzled over the continuing official activity and the end of our street. I let my midwife know that I was pretty sure it was the big show and she told me to call her when the contractions were about 4 or 5 minutes apart.
Nope. It’s still too hard to write this. This beautiful, awesome day happened in our home that burned to total ash and twisted steel just a month later. I miss our home. I’ll just have to try continuing tomorrow.