Molly turns one today and for some asinine reason I cannot type that without crying. Shoot. I will not be sad when there are no more diapers to change in this house, no more sticky hands to keep from unrolling every roll of toilet paper. I will not miss getting up for the early morning feeding and planning around two daily naps. I long for the day when I can start thinking about what comes next.
But not today.
Thank you for your kind comments on my last post. Your understanding and encouragement is kind of rare, especially on the internet, and it makes a big difference in my life. Thank you.