two weeks and one day

Today was Squirt's "due date" last year. Little did we know at the time, however, that she was not going to join our family for another two weeks and one day. We were so very ready to meet her and I, personally, was getting pretty tired of being pregnant - nine months and a billion days and counting...

Those two weeks and one day were, without a doubt, the longest days of my life, each drawing out impossibly more than the last. On the other hand, these upcoming two weeks and one day seem like the shortest of my life, each one taking me ever closer to my beloved girl's first birthday. Where did this year go? I look at my little, giggling girl as she runs and babbles and dances, not even a year old, and wonder where my sweet baby went. It seems like just yesterday she was this strange traveler in my belly, kicking books off my belly and tickling my ribs with her toes. Now she is on the outside, laying against my belly as she flips through those books, still tickling my ribs with her toes.

I can't imagine a day without this strange little traveler. She is such a delight. Now to try and savor these last fleeting moments of her infancy...

Two weeks and one day shy of one year old.

Cheesing it up.

Enjoying her freedom! There is so much world to explore.