The night before Luke was born, Vince was working late in the city. Vivian and I went to Trader Joe's and stocked up on provolone cheese, salami, crackers and those mini Trader Joe's chocolate chip cookies I call crack cookies and never buy because I cannot NOT eat them when they're in my house. We had a muffin tin-carpet picnic-movie night, just the two of us. And even though that was the first, last and only time it was just the two of us, we've had a muffin tin-carpet picnic-movie night every Friday since then. Loving this tradition that will always remind me of Luke's birth. (I told you my sentimentality borders on ridiculous.)
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Such a great tradition... cannot believe it's been 52 Fridays.
And, for the record, I do not think there is anything wrong with the level of sentimental you feel as your children's birthdays approach. ;)
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