Today is the anniversary of Sam and Emilie’s due date, and Andy and I had a bottle of Dr. Pepper tonight in their honor. Why, you ask? When I was pregnant with them, I craved Dr. Pepper and had a can of it every morning—my daily caffeine treat. It’s a silly thing to tie to memories of a pregnancy, but Dr. Pepper makes me think of Sam & Emilie. So much so, that for the first few years after we lost them, I couldn’t touch a drop of the stuff. But now I try to focus on some of the happy things about my pregnancy with them, not that it could ever balance out the heartbreaking things. So tonight, Andy and I poured ourselves some fizzy glasses and toasted all four of our children.