Kate turns 1...

...sort of. It was just about one year ago today that Stephen and I first learned that our very own Baby Burton was on the way. It was Super Bowl Sunday and I had stopped by the grocery store on the way home from church to pick up the ingredients for Dad's famous chilli. As I passed the aisle with pregnancy tests, I nonchalantly picked one up and tossed it in the cart. A total long-shot, I thought. There's no way I'm pregnant.
Once home, I took the test and then went to throw a frozen dinner in the microwave, mac and cheese...yummm. I was so distracted by my lunch that I forgot to check the results of the test. Again, I was positive that I wasn't pregnant. But, as it turns out, the test was positive that I was. I sat in my bathroom for what felt like forever staring at those two lines, reading the test box, looking back at the two lines. Then I cried, and laughed, and cried some more.
Stephen was still at church. I wouldn't have taken the test without him if I had any inkling that it would turn out positive. But it did, so Dillon and I hopped in the car and headed off to tell Stephen that he was going to be a daddy.
I'll never forget that moment. Stephen was walking across the church parking lot; I started crying as soon as I saw him, and, just like that, he knew. He took one look at me and knew that I was pregnant. We walked around the church where no one could see us and hugged, cried, laughed, and then hugged, cried and laughed all over again. It was perfect.
And now, one year later, Kate is here. She has occupied my every thought since that moment one year ago.