I did something rare today: I watched TV news around dinnertime. The weather people were talking about the storm that hit Columbus last June 29.
I’ll always remember that storm, but for a reason other than the storm and the damage it caused. While the storm was at its height that afternoon, Luke was being born.
The rest of that day was a blur. In fact, the 12 months since have been a blur. Luke has grown, and is now doing typical toddler things: eating on his own, laughing, playing with his big sister and walking. His walking has improved so much in the past two weeks that we’ve had to re-childproof our house.
At least we’ve had the practice of seeing Hope through these stages to help us with Luke. Having two is a lot of work, but it’s also a lot of fun.
So happy birthday, Luke. It’s been a fun year.