Tonight as I rocked my daughter to sleep, tears stung my cheeks as I thought of the night, exactly one year ago as she was placed on my bare chest. She was warm, but clammy as she nestled in my neck that night. Tonight, she was in her dinosaur pajamas, curly strawberry hair just under my nose with her left hand on my right shoulder.
She has changed so much in this year, going from a helpless babe who had to feed every two hours, to this independent and funny girl who can cruise around a room and up stairs with no problem. She can feed herself and drinks water from a cup. Soon, she will no longer need me to be the source of her milk, and will no longer fit laying in my lap. I don’t know what her future holds, but I know I will love her as long as I have breath in my lungs.