Today is a special day. For one, today is National Down Syndrome Day, and I have so much to celebrate with my third child having Down Syndrome. However, birthdays trump holidays, and today my second baby is celebrating his third birthday! We are partying hard today and spoiling this little guy rotten. In honor of this special day, I would like to share with you the story I wrote up when Mr. A was born: the story of his birth at a gas station.

** As expected, I do go into birth-y details below. If you don’t want to read it, go back and learn about making super hero capes or companies that sewists love instead. You have been warned.

** Also, we totally were not planning on taking pictures of this event, so you have awesome late-at-night phone pics to enjoy. It just adds to the insanity of it all!

Truth: Life never gives you what you expect. Sometimes it ends up being better than you could ever imagine.

Such is the case with our lives right now. Exactly one month ago, on October 20 at 5:10 pm, the sweetest spirit entered this world. Leo (hereafter known as Mr. L) gave us the surprise of our lives by not only coming 10 days early (my older two children were born after my due date), but arriving with one blessed chromosome more than normal. Mr. L was born with down syndrome.