Last week was our sweet James’ due date (March 8, 2017). To honor our little guy, the hubs and I decided to start a tradition. Every year on the anniversary of his due date, we are going to do something fun or crazy. Something that is out of our comfort zone– or at least Matt’s comfort zone, because I’m not really scared of anything (except bugs…eeew).
The hubs had planned a special day for us, and it was initially supposed to be a surprise, but I ruined it by getting him to cave and tell me ahead of time what it was. He took the day off, and we went up to Saluda, North Carolina to The Gorge. It is the fastest and steepest zipline tour in the country. So much fun! We had gone there about this time last year– after months of begging on my end; Matt is deathly afraid of heights. But he agreed to do it with me last year, and he ended up having so much fun that he came up with the idea to go back with me all on his own this year. I am so proud of him, and I think it was the perfect way to honor baby James.
I didn’t think it was possible, but we had even more fun this time than we did last year.
Once we were finished with the zipline, we headed back home and out to the river– where my in-laws had our babies. We visited sweet baby James’ little magnolia tree, and I talked to him for a little bit. It was very surreal and emotional, I’m not going to lie. I didn’t know how I was going to react to it being his due date, and I just as easily could’ve stayed in bed all day and wallowed because I was very sad that day. But in my experience, that doesn’t make me feel any better.
So I forced myself to enjoy the day to the best of my ability, and we took advantage of the warm spring weather by taking the boat out on the river. The boys were thrilled, as they always are when they have the opportunity to play outside.
We also had a stage four melt-down– courtesy of our two-year-old– because I forgot to pack snacks. Rookie mistake.
All in all, it was a good day, but it would have been infinitely better if I had had my newborn baby in my arms. Not going to lie.