Tonight is similiar to this night three years ago. I am sitting in my kitchen for one. It is quiet...that's number two. I am in my pajamas. But on this night, three years ago, I was stuffing fried chicken and grapes in my mouth at the kitchen table between contractions as Angel nervously paced our entire condominium about 100 times. Yes, tomorrow at 7:07pm my first little baby entered into this world. It is crazy to sit here now and imagine being in labor until tomorrow night but, I could make a list of ALL the crazy things I have been able to do since becoming a mom. 36 hours of labor was just the beginning. Ignacio is turning three and I stood in the decorations aisle at Toys R Us for 5 minutes trying to decide between Sesame Street or Thomas the Train plates for his party. It doesn't seem like a big deal but the decision enveloped the paradox of Ignacio turning three...not a toddler who loves Elmo and not yet a preschooler who adores train sets. This is the anniversary of the eve. The eve of becoming a mother...of learning what it means to love so deeply and unconditionally. To understand suffering and joy to depths I personally never knew even existed. So tonight on the three year anniversary of the eve I tell myself again, "Push, Katrina, Push. You can do this." The world was about to change with Ignacio's arrival...it just didn't know it yet...and neither did I.