A year ago today I went to work, just like I do every weekday. I sat down at my desk and began to shuffle papers and answer voicemail. I carried on conversations with co-workers as they arrived for the day. Then the phone rang, and the voice on the other end of the line changed my life forever. It was my wife; her water had broken. We were going to have our baby.
For the past year, we’ve made bottles of milk, changed diapers, cuddled, rocked, napped, and cleaned up a variety of substances from snot to vomit. And through it all, we continue to look at our daughter and be quite simply amazed at the fact that she was created from just two cells. An entire living human being with thoughts, dreams, emotions, and needs…all from two tiny cells that you can’t even see with the naked eye. There have been days we’ve laughed at the smallest giggle, and nights when the most bare nerve was scraped to the last from the never-ceasing cry. And, I don’t believe that we would change a thing.
It really doesn’t seem possible that it’s been a year. Sure, she looks old enough. She’s got so much hair, and she’s moments away from walking on her own. The pediatrician lets us know that she’s healthy and how well she compares to other children her age, not that comparisons are even necessary. But, a whole year?! It can’t have happened that quickly. It went too fast. There must be some mistake.
No…no mistake. That’s our little girl. She’s not our baby anymore and, yet, she will always be our baby. Our most adorable, wonderful, beautiful breath of life. I love you little munchkin and I hope your first year has been as good as we hoped it would be.
Happy Birthday IvyCat and May the Fourth Be With You!
See you in the funny papers!