Maggie

Today is my dear friend Maggie’s birthday. And a pretty important birthday at that. Milestone birthdays are one thing, but today carries extra importance because of the extra important thing she’s carrying. This is her last birthday before she becomes a mom. A mom! Despite the fact that I saw her just a few weeks ago at her baby shower, I can hardly believe that she could have this little baby any day now.

When Maggie announced she was pregnant, I was totally blindsided, but not at all surprised. Since the first days of our friendship, I knew she was going to be the first one of us to have kids. Although Hannah isn’t far behind her, my predictions were correct; we’re very happily welcoming a little baby boy into the BYM family in less than a month.

A lot of things in the past nine months have gone just as I anticipated them to. Little J’s nursery is completely adorable, the baby shower was a lot of fun to plan, and Maggie is beautiful pregnant. But what I didn’t anticipate was how I am even more proud to call her one of my best friends. Throughout her entire pregnancy she has been extremely informed and vocal about her options and choices for prenatal care, labor/delivery, and raising their baby boy. I have never seen a woman go her first pregnancy the confidence that Maggie has exuded in these past nine months. Whether or not she has been panicking behind close doors, your guess is as good as mine. But I would put my money on not. She and I are the same type of Type A; we don’t panic, we plan.

So, Maggie, on this momentous birthday, I’ll hold off on congratulating you on turning another year older (my congratulations will come in the form of many, many hugs, and lets be honest probably some tears, when I see you in July). And instead, I will take this occasion to tell you that I love you, I am so proud of you, and I know you will be a great mom. You already are.

Maggie and I. Circa 2007. AKA a long, long time ago.

Happy Birthday Maggie!