As of 2am on January 29, 2012 it's been:
590 days, 17 hours, 6 minutes and 58 seconds
(or 1 year, 7 months, 11 days, 17 hours, 6 minutes, 58 seconds) since Evan was born.
It's been 586 days, 15 hours, 9 minutes and 58 seconds
(or 1 year, 7 months, 7 days, 15 hours, 9 minutes, 58 seconds) since he died in my arms.
I have a widget on the far right of my desktop that scrolls through and shows photos all day. This one popped up a bit ago and I love it. I was asking Glenn to check Evan's feet and make sure they were covered and tucked in before his dedication ceremony in the nursery. Us so preoccupied with such a minor detail to make sure our comatose unconcious son was comfortable for his big moment. Evan blissfully asleep in his morphine and midazolam induced coma... looking everybit the rockstar in his red white and blue and camo. Bugaboo definitely got my clashing fashion sense! (And we were all having a pretty good hair day considering the circumstances!)
--- All that aside, I had today off work! My first Sunday off in 6 weeks! :D
I had a good talk with Pastor Paul and with Corrine L today at church about some recent craziness going on within the turbulent odd madness that is my world. Pray that it all turns out the way I hope it will or something will come up that's even better. Email me if you want specifics (Mom you already know what is up).
I've got ladies coming for tea tomorrow morning at 9:30 (my Scarlet group, w00t w00t!), my downstairs is mostly done, I've laundry still going and we've filled our trash bins to the brim. I'm going to bed!
Bugaboo and Baby Girl, I miss you a lot. Never forget that!