this is when I become that parent who cries when their kid ages

Briella is now a year old.  Wowsa!  


It's surreal to realize that a year ago I was in the hospital, holding my new fragile baby, and my breath.  At 4 lbs 9 oz, a month and a day early, I was terrified I would break her.  The first few months went by in a blur; feeding her every 3 hours for 5 months did nothing for our sanity or sense of time.



She was a good baby; rarely fussed, readily ate, and mostly slept whenever she could.

This year has been a pleasure, watching her learn motor skills, how to roll, how to crawl and most recently, how to walk.  We are constantly in awe of this little girl and are so grateful that God blessed us with her.

Looking back on this past year and knowing just how great it's been; makes me so excited for this next year of Briella's precious life.  As excited as I am for this next year, I'm hoping it doesn't go by too fast.  I don't think I'm quite ready to accept the fact that my baby's not really a baby anymore. 

      sidenote:  I love this picture of Bee and I, but everytime I look at it I think, why didn't I take the 5 minutes it would have taken to put some concealer on my eye bags...geez.