Post script post (a bit of perspective as a follow up to the previous post).

It's a good thing we had to be somewhere tonight, as I was ready to crawl into bed and stay there until morning.
I sat there giving Amos dinner, coming out of my emotional coma and almost felt bad for focusing on the negative of his birthday. After all, there he was in front of me, eating, smiling, talking, being his sweet two-year-old self. He lived through it and, so did we.
As I thought through my emotional breakdown today, I think that it had to do with a few things: First, whenever we tell Amos' story (and we tell it alot these days), I don't really delve into the emotion and drama that actually took place. I do express how crazy it was to realize that your baby was coming so early, but I don't really get into how intensely the situation was, mostly because when I try to explain it, words seem to not really do justice and it ends up sounding like this overdramatic soap opera. I think today, since it was about this time in the week, two years ago, I was taken back to that emotional place and remembered, with full intensity, the impact and depth of how our lives changed that day.
The other thing is that I was simply tired and hungry and was already feeling sad about missing Seattle, which was probably made worse since I was tired and hungry. The conditions were ripe for a good meltdown!
I am thankful for Amos' health and growth, and for ours, too, because of him being in our lives. I don't want to take it for granted and am glad to be reminded of that.
I don't think that the third Thursday in July will ever be the same for me and I don't think that I want it to be any different!