The wedding started less than 5 minutes after it was scheduled. Nobody fell. Nobody fainted. And nobody forgot their lines, the rings, or anything else. Had some issues with the bustle on my wife's dress, but we survived and made it to the reception.
July 3rd, 2001: I am woken up from a dead sleep with the words...
Andrew! My water just broke!
Now, I don't know about you, but being woken up in that fashion is NOT conducive to coherent thought. After a brief moment of half-awake panic, I was able to collect enough neurons that I was able to find out what was going on. I stumbled out of the bedroom and, after some coaxing from my wife, managed to call the doctor and let them know what was going on. I then hurriedly got dressed (I don't even remember if I shaved). The bags for the hospital had been packed for weeks and then my brain caught up and shut down. I spent about five minutes pacing in a circle before my wife, from the bathroom, called.
Andrew! Go. Make. Coffee!
Although she didn't drink, she knew I did. And frankly she was tired of me walking in a circle trying to figure out what to do next. I brewed a pot, poured it into a travel mug, gathered up my wife, and ran us all to the hospital.
NINETEEN HOURS LATER...
Our oldest son is born, 11 minutes to midnight. My wife and I were planning on going to Red Lobster, obviously we didn't make it. However, the greatest anniversary present of all was the birth of our first child.
Today, July 3rd, 2012: Alex turns 11 and my wife and I will forget, once again, to celebrate our anniversary. It's been 14 years now, and she still hasn't thrown me from a tall building...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALEX
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, SUSAN
Ok. Finally, July's #writemotivation goal list
- Finish first draft of WIP#1
- Choose which story I want to work on next
- Do Character sketches and basic world building for chosen story
- Blog once a week
- Cheer everybody on!
On last thing, I have the cover reveal for Ada Adams new novel ReAwakened coming up on July 5th, so keep an eye out.
Till next time!