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Two years ago, I held my baby outside of my body for the first time. I touched her sweet face and nursed her and cried happy tears.
One year ago, we were living in the midst of the crazy. I was working full-time, but I took off October 27 to be with my girl. I drug my chubby-cheeked princess from place to place when her idea of a perfect birthday probably included lots of cake and cuddles.
I want to write Libbie a long letter about all of her accomplishments of the last year. About how funny it is now that at 18 months I was worried about her vocabulary skills. About how she STILL won’t eat those darn grapes.
But I am 32 weeks pregnant. I am pretty sure I can’t do it without sobbing my eyes out for hours. So I might write that letter. But it will be in my hand, tucked in a scrapbook, smudged with tears, and when I feel like I can handle it emotionally.
For now, you can sniffle along with me as you look and see how my sweet girl has grown the last year.
I love you, pumpkin! Happy 2nd Birthday!