What a Difference a Year Makes

Dear Owen,

One year ago today your Daddy and I found out we were expecting you. This morning, I looked back at my old posts from this time last year. It seems like just yesterday and yet so long ago at the same time. I was reminded of how incredibly blessed I am. I have the baby of my dreams and and I am loving every second of motherhood. Every. Single. Second. Yes, even the trying moments! This time last year, I remember feeling full of worry, anxiety, and nerves. I remember some dark times while trying to get pregnant. I also remember feeling cautiously hopeful. I never imagined my life would turn out this blissful.

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This time next year, I will be the mother of a little boy who is one year and four months old. You might be walking and starting to talk. My birthday is at the beginning of December. I will turn 35 years old. For the past few years, I was always a bit sad on my birthday. My birthday reminded me that was getting older and I wasn't living the life I wanted. Or rather part of the life I wanted. I felt like I was failing. This year will be different. This year I am completely happy, content, and fulfilled. This year, I will wake up on my birthday looking at your sweet face and feel like the luckiest person in the world. I always wished for a baby when I blew out the candles on my birthday cake. My wish came true and I am finally a mother. I love you son!