August 17th was Hawk's due date. We went to a friend's kiddo's birthday party and then hung out with friends for most the day and had dinner with them. Then we went to see Hawk. The cemetery was pretty buggy so we left after a few minutes. It's weird how time can dull the most extreme emotions. I'm writing this post so I don't forget his due date. It seems like a date that could never be forgotten, but someday I may forget just what day it was that our son was supposed to be born. Now I won't forget.