September 15, 2011 started out a lot like September 15, 2006.
Everyone asleep. Everyone but me.
Waking up Zak and telling him it was time to go.
Getting dressed and moving around with hushed voices, get ready to leave the house in the wee hours of the morning.
The cat meowing and meowing and meowing as I tried to make my way to the door.
Except this year it was 5:55 AM, not 1:45 AM. And this year we weren’t headed to the hospital, I was headed to the grocery store. (The cat was still meowing and meowing and meowing though.)