The Story About Our Fourth

On June 25, 2014, Steve and I grimly got up and went to the hospital to meet with the breast surgeon, we had no idea that within three weeks we would learn I was pregnant and within two months, Steve would begin a quick downward spiral leading to his terrifying diagnosis.  

Later that same day, my Mom came to babysit Poppy, and we went out for our third wedding anniversary.   As we sat at Blue Moon, it was difficult to focus on having a good time when we were both so worried about my upcoming surgery.  How could we have known that the worst was yet to come?

Happy Fourth Anniversary a teeny bit early, Steve.  I miss you.