I Didn't Forget. How Could I?

Tomorrow's a big day for me, but today is also big.

We're walking for babies.

My little super-hero born at 34 weeks, my son who sailed past 40 weeks, my husband, and I. Just as we do every year.

Today we walk for the March of Dimes and for babies born too soon. I walk with their mommies who are fresh from the trenches. I walk among families who have angels in heaven. Three miles of solidarity, for theirs. For mine. For ours.

Little Poops, born at 34 Weeks, 4 lbs 11 oz.
Today, happy (mostly) and healthy.

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