One.
One year of loving another little person as much as we love the two that came before her.
One year of breast feeding through, cluster feeds, growth spurts, colic, tongue tie and watching her little face look so content and happy.
One year of listening to you laugh uncontrollably at your sisters and being well able to make them laugh in equal measures.
One year of me googling “will I die from sleep deprivation?”
One year of wondering what am I doing wrong. Wondering why other babies sleep soundly.
One year of watching you become your own character – hilarious, sassy, sweet, clever and brave.
One year of rocking her to sleep racking my brain as to how other parents – parent better.
One year of just us, alone at night, content and forgetting about everything else in the world.
One year of missing my friends and feeling like a bore.
One year of traveling the world with you.
One year of wishing you to get bigger yet never wanting you to grow up.
One year of listening to all kinds of advice and nodding politely back when people say – the first year is always the hardest.
One year of feeling lonely even though I am never alone.
One year of loving the best stages and hating the worst.
One year of knowing this doesn’t last forever. That in every month there will be a stage that will make us want to pull our hair out, yet fall even more in love.
Thankful for ONE ☝🏼
