One year.

Well, the day has finally arrived. One moment I feel like running around shouting for joy that we've made it to this point, the next I feel like crying when I think of how quickly it took to get here.

One year.

I keep thinking that maybe if I ignore it, then it wouldn't be official yet. I could still walk around saying I have a baby and not a one year old. To say I haven't been trying to push it to the back of my mind all week would be lying.

I'll never forget how scared I was walking into the OR or in the moments before they pulled you out, thinking how my life would never again be the same. I'll never forget the first time I laid eyes on you and cried. I looked you at you for the first time, but yet, I had known you my entire life. I'll never forget when I first held you and the surge of peace that settled over me.

It's truly been a year of it's ups and downs, but one I wouldn't trade for the world.


My heart breaks now thinking that I can no longer hold you in my arms like a baby anymore. Those days slipped through my hands so quickly. Everyone told me to soak them in while I could, but I didn't, and now they seem to be a distant memory. What I would do to cradle you in my arms again for one more day.

It's been a year of exciting moments, frustration, lots of crying (for both of us), lessons learned, lots of laughs and smiles.

That smile. It melts my heart every time.

You have such a big personality in that little body. I pray everyday that I can nurture it in the right direction.

I wanted to write a more meaningful post, but every time I sit to write, all I can do is look at your pictures and cry. This year has flown by.

So, all I can say is Happy Birthday Baby Girl! I love you more than you'll ever know and as Taylor Swift says...."You are the best thing that's ever been mine."