This coming Sunday is my son's first birthday and it's all I can think about. Not because I have so much to do to prepare for it yet, but because I am astonished at how fast the year has passed.
From this -
To this -
And now this -
There was a time when I wasn't sure I wanted to be a mother, and now I can't imagine ever not being a mom. This is so incredibly cliche, but having Henry completed me. Not in a way where I feel I couldn't live without him or something (but, really I couldn't), but in a way that he was a missing piece of a puzzle that I didn't know existed.
I felt the same way after I met my husband. It just fits.
Henry, thank you for choosing me.