I’m posting this again, as each year I love to remember welcoming our first child into the world!
Nine years ago today, our orange tabby cat, Larry, nudged his way out of our screened porch in New Orleans. He had never gotten out before, but that’s because V and I always remembered to latch the screen door when we knew Larry was out there. Saturday, April 23, 2005, was humid and warm, and I was eight months and a few weeks pregnant with our first child, L.
My heart sunk when I glanced out to the porch from the living room and saw the screen door not just unlatched, but a few inches ajar. I searched our small home frantically, but I knew what had happened. Larry had gotten out. I told V my fears, and we immediately headed outside to look under our raised house. Sure enough, there was our kitty. Square in the middle of the space beneath the white stucco house. I was too pregnant…
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