This time last year I was about 25 pizza rolls deep and less than two hours away from going into labor.
My, how things have changed.
Tomorrow at 11:21 am, this girl will be ONE year old.
(read her entire birth story here)
And I’m second guessing my decision to go to work on her actual birthday.
I know she doesn’t know any different,
and she will have a grand party on Sunday,
but now I am wishing I had taken the day off to celebrate
And just soak it all in.
Sometimes it feels like a blur.
And like all parents,
I want to freeze time
hold on to those cheeks
that crooked grin
those two baby teeth
(and one more poking through)
wispy blond hair
and of course
as long as I can.