so one year and nine months ago, ryan and i discovered we were pregnant. and a year ago, we had a baby. and yesterday, she turned one. really, the only thing we did to celebrate was to sing happy birthday to her when she woke up. she didn’t get it. she looked a little freaked out.
you know when you’re first married (this most obviously does not apply to you single people) and you’ve been married a year and it seems like forever? and you can sincerely not clearly remember life without your spouse in it? but it’s only a year, which is nothing, and you know it. that’s how i feel about ava. i feel like she’s been here forever. i feel like i’ve been learning her for ages. i can hardly remember a time when she hasn’t been in my life.
overwhelmingly i feel grateful. being a mom has been the “most” experience of my life. most emotional, most physical, most happy, most frustrating. . .and i love that i’m doing it and i’m so happy to be doing it for the rest of my life.