Shiry's birthday is fast approaching. Um, tomorrow to be exact. It seems it has been only a couple months since she was born, yet with the traumatic experience that it was, I am so glad it is in the past. Though it was a year ago, I find that the emotions are still strong. I wrote in my journal and was surprised to find that I had a lot to say about it. I ended up writing a long 3 pages and sobbing the entire time it took to write it. Preston was trying to get to sleep and was probably befuddled as to my instantaneous tears that lasted for longer than usual. I ended up coming out to the couch to finish writing so he could sleep since he worked in the morning.
What a miracle that Shiryauna not only survived, but came out of it a happy and healthy baby.
Now, let's see if I can survive her toddler-hood.