My boy turns 1 year old tomorrow. It’s crazy to think just how fast this year has passed, but here we are.
One year ago today, on the eve of his arrival, I was feeling so excited but SO anxious. When you know what day your baby will be born, you have a whole different set of nerves to battle. The situation was very different than 3 and a half years earlier when we were anticipating Jaia’s arrival. This time around it was calm, and far less scary, but still nerve-wracking.
BUT – I knew that within hours I would be meeting my little man and could barely contain myself. Bag was packed, plans were made, talks were had with a little lady who was just about to be a big sister. We were ready. The wait was over.
And, oh, was he worth the wait. He makes my heart swell.
**You may have noticed that I lost count. My days were off. Not by much, but off nonetheless. I put up a good effort, but failed to get a shot up every single day. Had I kept up my end of the bargain, I wouldn’t have messed up. It would have been easy to keep track. But that said, I’m thrilled that I gave my boy a neat way to look back on his first year, and for that, I am happy. He won’t care to see that there were days missing here and there. We’ve got ourselves a great little story for him to look back on one day. He will never doubt how much we love him.