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On this day, one year ago...magic was happening in a small little room on Market Street.

366 days ago, Sam was just a something we were hoping and praying for, but he didn't exist.

And then, after some (very expensive) pharmaceutical intervention and a little mechanical help from (a very talented) Dr. Spirtos...

and a whole lot of prayers...

Dreams really do come true.

Yesterday was the most perfect fall weather day ever.

Sunshine, 75, not a cloud in the sky.

Mike and I were both off, so we took the kids out to enjoy the day.

We fed the ducks, Eli rode his bike, and Sam hung out, enjoying the ride in his baby bjorn.

One duck decided that we were his family


and that he would come home with us.

He followed us for about a half hour, until we finally had to leave him behind.
I want to go back and get him... take him to our pond.
It was the cutest thing ever...
(even though Eli tried to run over his feet with his bike.)