The light in me sees the light in you.
I've been anxious about this post for a while now. When Mollie turned 9 months old, I felt the walls closing in. She was closer to one than she was a newborn. And here it is... Like a thief in the night, my newborn came and went.
I. Have. A. One. Year. Old.
My littlest and greatest accomplishment is becoming a tiny human. She has a mind of her own like her mama and a sense of humor of her daddy. She's a major over achiever with her 2T clothes, working on 16 teeth, and walking by 11 months. I think that's why I am so sad. There is minimal "baby" left in my baby.
Thinking back, much like her birth, I remember this year like a vivid dream. Almost like I was watching it all happen.
I've now felt a love for someone else that I didn't know could exist, much less know I was capable of.
Mollie Kate, you truly are the light of our lives. We are a thousand times better just because we get to see your smiles and hear your laughs. You make us proud every minute of every day. You alone are responsible for so many of our own smiles. We love you to the moon and back.
"For never before in story or rhyme
(not even once upon a time)
has the world ever known a you, my friend,
and it never will, not ever again…
Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn
on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born."
