My miracle baby turned one on Monday. This entire week I have been trying to wrap my head around a year passing by. I'm still in complete shock that this time last year saw me struggling to breastfeed, learning how to move around the house a few days post c-section and deal with the range of emotions being post-partum brings. I was a mess.
But that little girl has made my life better. There aren't words to describe how much I love her. Being a parent is hard. She tests me already! Or maybe I am testing myself. Either way, I work to be a better person because of her. She makes me laugh daily and the rate at which she is learning new things is astounding. Their little brains are so open to new ideas and words and thoughts.
I miss her when she is sleeping in her room at night.
I can't get to daycare fast enough after work so I can see her.
Her zombie walk towards me when I walk in the room makes me entire day better.
To think that I had any clue what love for another person meant before she was born.
This is love.