On March 6, our sweet little Adeline turned ONE. Dan and I got her out of bed together in the morning while singing Happy Birthday, we put a candle in a stack of pancakes for breakfast and sang again, and we spent the day together as a family reading, singing songs, napping, and strolling around the zoo. Adeline's amazing daycare threw her a Tinkerbell party in the afternoon where she actually ate about half of her cupcake despite being incredibly picky about food most of the time, and all of her friends ran circles around her while she hung out in her Tinkerbell outfit and read books. The following weekend we celebrated with a HUGE crowd and lots of donuts at our house, and Adeline wore a flower crown her Godmother made her and clapped when everyone sang to her. I only cried a little bit, and the whole time was absolutely magical.
I wanted to write a post on her actual birthday, but as I usually do, I put too much pressure on myself thinking it needed to be something profound and decided to reflect more before actually sitting down to type. And here I am a couple weeks later, finally with the realization that what I really want to write about are all of the things I genuinely hope I will always remember, for the rest of my life, about this child who has made me whole. The faces and mannerisms and little sounds that I have tried desperately to burn into my memory so as to never forget them, because every little tiny thing she does makes my heart so happy I can't even put it into words half the time.Read More