has been taking up residence in my refrigerator since the day I found out I was pregnant.
(That day happened to be right before New Year's Eve.)
I remember thinking briefly : "Oh darn, I won't be able to have our nice champagne",
but then laughed at what a ridiculously easy trade it was : a baby in return for bubbly. I'll take it.
Every time I remember I can drink since the miscarriage it's like a sad little present.
I think : "Oo! I can have a glass of wine" and then remember instantly why that is.
I have had plenty of conversations & laughs with friends over glasses of wine since all this happened,
but I have not been able to bring myself to touch this bottle.
It represents the very first moment I let myself believe I was pregnant. The start of it all.
Today, however, is my birthday.
And I am going to pop this sucker and toast to moving Ever Forward.