I know a lot of people would take this time to reflect on the past year, cherishing all those baby moments that flitted by too quickly; a sentimental love letter to their only daughter. But since one year ago today my girlie barreled out covered in meconium and promptly bit the doctor, and that was only the first sign of things to come, it only seems fitting that she woke up this morning crying and crabby, rubbed her frosting covered fingers in her eyes because she couldn’t keep them open, and she’s currently standing in her crib, grinning at me while she’s supposed to be napping.
Fortunately, we were able to celebrate her birthday with her last night since she was up past midnight, so today I’ll just say, “I’m glad we made it.”
Happy one year to me!