My baby boy will be waking up a one-year-old in the morning and I don't know if my
heart can handle it. This has been the best year of my life, and it has flown by faster
than I could have imagined.
I think back to those early newborns days and it seems both like it was a
lifetime and just yesterday. How is my baby already going to be a
year old? I know life will go on and my days with him will only get more fun, but
it's still hard to not feel a need to mourn the end of his babyhood.
Thanks for being my baby, Henry boy.
You have brought me more joy than you will ever know!