Life as a Leach

Dear Abby Joy, Once upon a time, your mom was a blogger who wrote almost every day...life has gotten away from me, but I figured what better day than your birthday to start blogging again?! Nine. Years. Old.  Where did the time go??  I still remember every vivid detail of your birth day.  After only being released from the hospital two days before, I started having contractions that didn't stop after I took my medication.  Daddy was at a meeting at the church, so I called Uncle Bruce to take me there and pick up Caleb.  He was worried about my water breaking in his police car, so he made me sit on towels!  We met Daddy, then he raced up to Baltimore to the hospital where you were to be born.  You were determined to come fast, and the doctors scrambled to get everything set up that you were going to need.  We thought you were going to be born on October 21st, the way things were going, but you waited until just 12:12 a.m. to be born. You flew out like you were on a water slide