Jessica is one. One. I cannot believe that a year has flown by so quickly, and that I find myself here again–with a walking, talking little girl, instead of a baby.
It’s bittersweet, perhaps more this time than in the times prior. This may be our last one year old. Our last one. And though I know that might be for the best, each milestone and occasion we celebrate for the last first time with Jessica is tainted with a bit of sadness.
Still, happy first birthday, little girl. You light up my face every single day just by being you. Our family wasn’t complete until you got here.
Stop getting so big, little girl. No matter how old you get, I think I’ll always see you as this small.