Fathers Day

Father's day. I swear holidays are like getting punched in the stomach.

Today is hard, as this time last year is when I told my husband we were expecting.

I gave him a gift, which he opened.

Star Map from the night Kenzie was born

I then told him I had forgotten to give him the card, and handed it over. I had written inside that Kenzie (our daughter) had a gift for him too.

He picked his head up from reading and looked at me confused before looking at her. It took a minute for him to realize she was wearing a shirt that read 'Big sister'.

'Wait..What?!?' was his response. Then it was all hugs and excitement and all that good stuff.

This year, just feels wrong. My husband was supposed to have his little boy here. We were supposed to be joking about 'this time last year' not being sad about last year.

The gift I gave my husband last year was a star map of the night Kenzie was born. A few weeks ago, well before Father's Day, I ordered a new one for Spencer. Now my husband has a matching set.

Just as we have matching ultrasound photos and birth announcements with footprints from the hospital. He will get to display the stars on the night both kids were born.

The Stars our Spencer tree spends every night under.