Happy Birthday Harper

 (Just Write Week 17 but 4 for me)

My baby girl is one today. MY BABY GIRL IS ONE TODAY. Her age can now be measured in years instead of months or weeks. I'm not ready for this.

She is my last baby. Never again will I be pregnant. Never again will I give birth or bring a baby home to introduce to older siblings. Never again will I fold tiny little newborn clothes or sniff my own baby's new little newborn head. No more first smiles, or first laughs or first time rolling over. No more tiny little wrinkly newborn feet. No more days of nursing a drowsy little quiet baby. No more tiny little diapers and socks so small they get lost easily.

 My tiny baby is turning into this big...and LOUD...and joyously busy little girl. She looks so long when she falls asleep on her daddy. Those chubby little legs aren't so little anymore - now they reach much further down his body than they did before. Her weight in my arms is so much more than it was. The days of her being a baby are almost gone. I'm not ready for this.

I'm not ready for her to be big.

Someone told me that when it comes to kids, "the days are long but the years are short". So, so true.

Right about this time a year ago, I was sitting at work and the contractions started. I called my husband to come get me from work. We went to the hospital and Harper came a few hours later.

I can't believe it's already been a year.

I love you my sweet girl. Mama loves you so very very much. 

Happy Birthday.