One year old. Time flies, no?
It seems like it should be yesterday that Miles looked like this:
(Look at that pitiful cone-head.)
Except, if it were, I would still have a ten inch raw wound across my lower abdomen. Maybe I’m glad it wasn’t yesterday.
I know everyone says this, but we truly have the happiest, sweetest baby around.
And all day today, I’ve been reflecting, taking an emotional assessment to see: Is any part of me sad at the passing of this first year for our boy?
Honestly, no. No, all I feel is intense gratitude at the chance to be this amazing little person’s mother and to love him. Grateful for a healthy, happy year and the hope for many more.
Plus, I’ve got that whole completely-recovered-from-the-c-section thing going for me too, which is making me very grateful to have a one year old instead of a one week old.
