Yesterday was a little sad for me. It was the day we were supposed to become a family of five. Back in the spring when we learned of my miscarriage, I wondered what my due date would mean to me down the line. Even though I never got the chance to introduce that little baby to Olga or Gavin, I did get the chance to hold that baby in the safety of my womb. And even though our sweet little love isn’t here to share in the joy, I made chocolate cupcakes for the occasion. Because a birthday is a birthday, you know–no matter who comes to the party.