Tomorrow, my son turns one. Which means tomorrow is also the first anniversary of my life with all of our family here. Both of these things are to be celebrated, and we plan to do just that over the next 2 days.
I’ll post a letter to Damien tomorrow, but right now I’m reflecting on the past year and I’m surprised to find that this past year, more than any other time in my life, I’ve had more moments of stepping back and just realizing how happy and lucky I am. I find that shocking, actually, but it’s absolutely true. I’m not sure if I needed the bad to really appreciate the little moments, or if I had all these moments despite also having experiences the greatest heartaches of my life this past year. Either way, I feel content in so many ways. I love my family. I love my family so hard, you guys. I think they are sick of seeing me with my goofy grin all the time. I can’t help it. I feel like this is just perfect- the four of us. This is how it was always supposed to be. My children amaze me. My husband amazes me. The fact that I get to spend the rest of my life with these guys? Well, I’m the luckiest girl in the world. And I know it.