And Then? She Was One.

As I sit down to write this post I am overcome with emotion. Blissfulness. Sadness. Recollection of every little detail of labor and delivery.

I remember wanting to stop breastfeeding after a lack of sleep for what seemed like months. I smile as I remember when she finally understood breastfeeding. Like a light went off in her baby brain and it told her exactly what to do and how to do it.

I remember waking up at night and watching her breathe. Her tiny little chest going up and down rhythmically. Me slipping my finger in her sweet hand and the grasp that told me she would love me forever.

I remember her first smile beaming up at me. Funny how that gummy little smile could melt my heart in a mommy minute.

I now have an official one year old (well, she turned one on May 21...I'm a slacker these days!). A walking, babbling, 18 1/2 pound one year old.