What a difference a year makes...

A year ago, S and I were still getting over the shock of seeing a little 12-week old being on the ultrasound screen. A year ago, we were nervous about bringing someone into this world and scared that our little person might leave us before arriving into the world. I was so scared to talk about it, so scared to even imagine what our baby would be like, I decided not to speculate, for fear I might lose it and be disappointed.

Today, I look at my 6 month old son and can not believe that he is actually here! He is in my arms. He cries for me when he is hungry, and hangs onto my shirt and wraps his little arms around my neck when he wants comfort. He smiles when he wakes up and see my face. He laughs when I spin and do a silly dance. His laugh, oh his laugh, is such a perfect and infectious laugh. His whole face lights up, his nose scrunches, and his body wiggles when he laughs and the giggles spill out like popcorn poured into a tiny bowl. He is beautiful and perfect. He is HERE.