First Birthday. What a celebration. You spend so much time, so much energy, so much $ on a day that will only be remembered by him through photographs. And yet, I was looking forward to it all year. I milestone for both him and me. He survived his first year of life, and I survived my first year as a mother. I can either choose to focus on the moments that were beyond overwhelming, or the moments that made my heart so happy. The moments I cried with exhaustion, or the moments I cried from a tiny smile. It is single handedly the most demanding and tiresome thing I have ever done. And, at the same time, the most fulfilling. Life was definitely easier before. I got to do what I wanted, when I wanted. Now, my days begin when the Little Man says they do. My days end when I can't keep my eyes open anymore...and unfortunately, that happens at a ridiculously early hour. But there is nothing that has ever reached deeper in my heart than those quiet, few moments when he cuddles against me. They are stressful days, but oh, they are happy days.
