When you have a kid, the first year goes by fast. Really freakin' fast.
A year ago today, Steph and I welcomed our beautiful baby girl into the world. A. was 11 days late, which was very un-Hadley like. But once she burst onto the scene, there was no holding her back. It seemed like every other week we were celebrating a major milestone. Like rolling over. Or eating solid foods. Or crawling. Or mastering the stacking rings toy. Or saying "dada". Now she's walking like a (semi) pro and even learning to feed herself with a spoon. I'm constantly amazed by how much development is packed into the first year.
I'm so proud of each accomplishment and how far A. has come in such a short time. I'm also excited for what the next year holds, and look forward to being able to interact, communicate, and play with her on a whole new level. Yet, I can't help but be a little saddened that each day she becomes less like a baby and more like a kid. I want her to grow up and do amazing things, but at the same time, I want her to always be my baby girl. (As I wrote when A. turned four months, I want to have my cake and eat it too.)
Today, there will be plenty of cake--and plenty of celebration! Happy First Birthday to my baby girl! I love you so much.