One Year

I thought I was ready for Sophie’s first birthday. I bought the perfect little pink cake, set up the high chair, had my camera ready. What I wasn’t ready for was the wave of emotion that hit me the second she grabbed that first handful of frosting.

One Year

One year ago, I had no idea what I was doing. I was 21, terrified, and convinced I was going to mess everything up. Today I watched my daughter discover the joy of chocolate cake and realized that maybe, just maybe, I’m figuring this mom thing out. She got frosting everywhere - her hair, her nose, somehow even on her feet. And I cried happy tears the entire time.

Marcus kept asking if I was okay while he was taking pictures. I am so much more than okay. I am grateful for every messy, beautiful, exhausting day of this first year. Happy birthday to my little girl who made me a mama.