One day and one year ago a beautiful, squirmy boy entered my world. There was nothing that could have prepared me for all the hours that have followed. For starters, I never knew how much I could love someone so small. I had no idea that I could sing so many songs or read that many silly books and enjoy it. Or listen to pitiful cries, angry cries, hungry cries and nightmare cries. Or know the difference between them all.
My little boy is beautiful and stubborn. He has a learning face and eats everything we put in front of him. He loves to play with his toys and dance to Chuck Berry and Buddy Holly. His face lights up when Greg and I come into the room. He babbles, is constantly on the move, and likes bananas above all other produce.
A year and a day ago, my baby made me a mom. He changed my life in the best possible way, and I will never be the same again.