Last night, as we were leaving church, Grandmother Molly was talking to the kids and giving them goodbye kisses.
"Where's Drew?", she says.
I forgot Drew.
Just left him in the nursery, and didn't pick him up.
I usually feel like I've left a leg or an arm behind when I don't have the kids, so I don't know how I could've possibly made it out the door and on my way to the car without even an inkling that I'd forgotten something.
Not even a nagging suspicion.
Nope. I walked out of there free as a bird.
Ready to load the girls up and get them home.
AJ has been warning me that this day would come.
I forget my phone, diapers, wipes, appointments... you name it. All the time.
I have never forgotten a child.
This pregnancy has sucked the brains right out of my head.
Or at least that's my story... and I'm sticking to it.