It wasn't until late tonight, as I was making a salad to bring for lunch tomorrow, that either of us said it.
"How are you doing?" Jennifer asks me.
"Fine, I guess," I reply in a subdued tone. "Just trying not to think about what we were supposed to be doing today."
"Yeah," my wife replies. "Me too."
The due date.
I hope L had her baby today and that mother, daughter, siblings, and family are all happy. I wish them well and am keeping my fingers crossed that L made the right decision for all of them.
I'm just tremendously sorry that we weren't in a hospital in Glendale, AZ, today experiencing that same joy.
It will happen. I do believe that. But until it does, I won't look at March 13th the same way for a long time.