I was waiting for this guy to arrive.
It had been a difficult pregnancy (as they all are) but added onto this one was the 8 month unemployment.
By this time, (7 years ago) Mr. French had a job…
waiting for him in Texas.
So, we were just waiting for this guy to arrive before moving down to a state we said we’d never move to.
Funny how things change.
I’ve never been more thankful for a job than the one we got in Texas at that time.
And now he’s spent 4 of his 7 birthdays here.
Happy Birthday, my monkey-boy.