Here I am again, the Earth has made another trip around the sun since my baby girl was born. I won't retell her birth story again, but I do just like to pause and remember.
Four years ago she wasn't quite here yet, she was born at 3:30 in the afternoon. But I was more than ready to be done with labor, having just about hit the 24 hour mark of contractions, having already walked the halls for hours, had pitocin, been monitored, and worst of all had my "progress" checked by the OB (which hurt more than anything else in the entire process). But when she did get here, she looked like this.
A year later, on her first birthday, she was walking and using a few tiny words. She was already big and strong, loved to be held, and was about to take her second trip to England. She had a dinosaur themed birthday party that year, and began her lifelong love affair with balloons.