A long time ago (2 months) I told my sister I had a HUGE announcement to make but that it wouldn't be ready until September 21st. I asked her to save the date and to plan on a big family party for the reveal. She thought for sure I was pregnant. Or moving. Or building a house. Or adopting. Or making Ryan pour cement in the backyard. I couldn't have known the days before would be full of a viewing, funeral, family in town, a baby shower, a crisis with Tim's family, and people getting sick. By the night of the 21st, I was plum "peopled out" and didn't really want to have the party. But, I knew all the nieces/nephews on my side were coming anyway because it was my scheduled weekend for the cousin sleepover, and my sister was going out of town. It's her and Ryan's anniversary but they promised to come back early to help celebrate our big announcement. Yikes. I think if she'd have known the big announcement was the two dogs' first...