One year ago today at 12:23am, Waylon Tiger Baer entered the world at 7 pounds, 11 ounces, 21.5 inches long.
He was a tiny thing, all wrinkly, red, and loud. But I loved him even though we were strangers.
One year later and we are attached at the hip (also known as the breast) and the heart.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I know I’m supposed to say, “I can’t believe it’s been a year,” but the thing is–I can believe it. I lived every diaper, every cry, every crinkled smile.
I lived this year more presently than any other year of my life, and for that I am thankful.
Happy 1st Birthday, Baby Boy.
You are loved.