Three-hundred-sixty-five days ago. That was the last time that Sarah and I went "out, out" (the last time we went out to a bar, stayed out late and had a carefree, couple night). We were out a year ago today, celebrating the recently announced pregnancy of Katie, wife of one of my best friends, Mike.

We ate at Dewey's Pizza in Kirkwood and then walked over to some hole-in-the-wall bar and sat outside. We had a few drinks, but not too many. We didn't want Katie, the only one who couldn't drink, to feel left out.

Afterward, we made the long trek home and went to bed. In the middle of the night, Molly (beloved/hated goldendoodle) started barking. That's what she does this time of year, thanks to St. Charles County being a fireworks hotbed. Anyway, it was hot in the house, Molly was barking and Sarah was crabbing at me, so I got up in the middle of the night. I let the dog out, then slept on the couch.

I was awoken early that next morning, July 1, by Sarah, who shoved one of those over-the-counter pregnancy test sticks in front of my startled, tired face. She was pregnant! Our lives would never be the same. And now we're here, a year later, with a whole new outlook on life. A life we're sharing with our HUGE, but adorable nearly 4-month-old boy.

Wonder what next year will bring ...