My baby girl turns one tomorrow, and I can’t type this without feeling the raw sting of emotion. A year ago today I was lying in a hospital bed, nervously awaiting the trial of labour. It’s hard to convey the sense of nervousness and excitement that I felt at that time… but looking back I was just so unprepared for how intensely I’d feel for this tiny little bundle I’d waited so long for. Nothing can and ever will prepare you for your first child. That’s the truth.
When the nurse first put Grace into my arms there was silence, she didn’t cry or flinch, she just looked and looked, and the two of us locked eyes for what felt like an eternity. That, that right there, that moment, was the single most amazing moment in my life, one that can never be taken away, and one that will be locked away forever. I knew that I would love that baby for the rest of my life, whatever the future held. It’s an inexplicably wonderful, yet terrifying feeling to be responsible for the purest, most beautiful of life forms you ever laid your eyes on, and for days afterwards I was in a state of euphoria. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, I couldn’t sleep, despite the exhaustion, and I couldn’t think of anything else.
Tomorrow, my baby girl turns one. And in a whirlwind of a year she has gone from coos, to crawls, to claps… and all the in-betweens. She has been, and continues to be, an endless source of optimism and joy in Eric and I’s life, and for her Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, Great Grandparents… We are so grateful that she came into this world. Gracie, you’re our everything. We love you. Happy birth day.