J turns one today.
I can’t believe how fast the past year has gone. Having my son has brought such a profound sense of purpose and direction to my life. I have always been a driven individual, but now I work hard for HIM, not myself. I want everything in his life to be as great as it can be, all the time.
I can’t even articulate what it is that I want to celebrate today. Certainly, the fact that he’s turning one. But it feels like more than that. It’s more like I want to celebrate how this year has been so wonderful; how every day since I first held him in my arms has been full of joy. Life before him doesn’t even feel real anymore; it’s like he’s always been here. Reflecting on this year brings happy tears to my eyes — I don’t have high hopes for my ability to keep it together today, considering I got all teary as soon as I opened the box for his cake. My heart simply feels as thought it could burst with happiness and love. It’s more than his first birthday–it’s the anniversary of the single greatest change in our lives.
I can’t quite articulate my feelings, other than to say that this has been, hands down, the best year of my entire life, and I am so grateful for the adventure that we’re on.
No more time to wax poetic… it’s time to go smash a cake!