Yesterday was my little one’s first birthday. We celebrated by singing to her, opening presents and giving her hundreds of kisses.
Followed by collecting all of the pacifiers and packing them up (my own mama thing) and plenty of reflecting on the past year. One word sums it up: blessed.
I like to take time on my children’s first birthday to remember that it’s not just a birthday but a “birth” day. Last year, after hours of laboring and hours of pushing (whether you pushed with or without drugs or had a c-section), I learned that women are stronger than they think. That, pretty much, we rock.
Happy Birthday beautiful baby girl.
Happy “birth” day to me… may I always remember the emotional and physical strength I carry!
