The Sweetness

As I put Grace down for her morning nap today, I was tempted to crawl back into bed myself.  Even a hot cup of coffee isn't doing the trick for me this morning.  This past weekend we celebrated Grace's 1st birthday.  Friday morning our house woke up to a 1 year old girl and snow on the ground.  A rarity in Austin.  And just like the icy weather outside, I felt myself being a bit cold and numb on Friday.  It was my baby girls 1st birthday, why wasn't I shouting from the rooftop?  I chalked it up to post post postpartum depression - if there is such a thing. 

I'm so happy to see my baby girl growing and becoming an independent little lady, but so much of me wants to go back to a year ago when we snuggled with each other and were inside our own tiny bubble.  But that's not reality.  And as the weekend wore on and the sun started to shine its usual bright self - I felt my heart warming as well.  I saw the beauty in watching my baby grow.  To see her be surrounded by people that love her.  To see her laugh, giggle and be silly.  To see my heart grow even more than the day she was born.

Slipping Through My Fingers

Friday (Grace's actual birthday), was a quiet day for us...on Saturday we threw a cupcake party

 Grace was sad to see the party end.