Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
How do you measure, measure a year?
In our household, we’ve measured the last year in smiles, snuggles, laughs, hugs, and kisses. We’ve also measured in diapers, pacifiers, teeth, and steps.
And love. Most of all, we measure in love.
Our hearts have quadrupled in size, and are still bursting with the love we have for our daugher. Every single day, Adam and I look at eachother and just say “I can’t believe it.”
It still seems like yesterday that I raced down the stairs to shove my positive pee stick in Adam’s face. And it really hasn’t been a year since I layed in my hospital bed and gazed into my baby girl’s bright eyes for the first time, HAS IT??
Oh… I guess it has. As is evidenced by the fact that she is now eating like a trucker, running from one end of the house to the other, and asking for the dog by name.
I keep waiting for that frazzled, harried, burnt-out feeling that is the stigma of all new moms… but it hasn’t come. I haven’t felt frustrated, angry, or resentful for one second – and you know, I thought those feelings might come with the territory. Even on the few days that she was so sick that I had to stay home from work and do nothing but hold her for 12 hours straight… I’ve never felt anything but grateful. And proud. And incredibly blessed.
She has changed me in ways that only a baby can manage – I am more patient, less judgemental, less rushed, much less dramatic, sillier, and to be quite honest… prettier. Even though I see darker circles under my eyes and more “cushion” on my frame when I glance in the mirror – I also see a mother, and that alone makes me feel more beautiful than I ever have.
Happy 1st Birthday to my beautiful Ellie Lynn, who forever changed my life the moment I knew of her existence. She is my dream come true, my true calling – my firstborn child. She transformed me from a Superwife into a Supermom.
She has grown so much in the past year… and so have I.