Today, the first of the babies due the same week as Noah turned one. She’s the daughter of a dear friend. They call her their sunshine baby, and it makes me nervous, as if they are tempting fate. I’m sure they are just unaware of the meaning of sunshine baby in the loss community, but it still gets me every time.
So the first of Noah’s “peers” is now one year old. And Sam is one week old.
The world keeps turning.