I can't believe that A) I have a one year old and B) that I survived infancy. If you're a mother, you know what I mean. Being a mother is not for the faint of heart. It's one of the most challenging, yet joyful things I have ever embarked on and I'm only one year in.
I feel like I have grown and changed a lot in a year. If you looked at my life before, compared to what it is now, it's very different. I have a sweet little buddy with me almost all the time. Everywhere we go and every decision that we make takes into account our Leo. The friends and life we've built has been very impacted by Leo.
As I've prepared for his birthday celebrations, in a way I'm celebrating all that we've learned. Part of me though is somewhat sad. He's not a baby anymore. He's a "stair climbing, sleeping through the night, going to be walking here soon" boy. As with anything, things change but it seems so much more evident as I've watched him grow so quickly this past year.
I am deeply changed because of Leo. And just think, it was only a year ago that I held him in my arms for the first time. I looked at his little face there in the middle of the night and knew nothing would be the same again. Just a year.
