First birthdays are more for the mom than the baby, I'm convinced. For me, it's the biggest emotional milestone of her life so far; she, on the other hand, is a blank slate with no expectations of balloons or cake or more stuffed animals to add to the heap. I can't stop thinking about what I was doing at this precise moment a year ago; she just wonders when it's going to be lunch time.
A year ago today I was just getting to know her. She was so small, her face so pink and round, her fingers so long and languid.
I feel like there's plenty to say on this subject, but I don't want to say it. Maybe later. Right now I feel like Mary: I will take these things and ponder them in my heart.
~RCH~
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