I have been sitting here for over 2 hours trying to type this post, and I have been pretty unsuccessful. It is partly due to all of the distractions that are all around me, but part of it is because I am just not good with expressing myself- especially in writing. Its just not my thing. But alas, here I am.
Try as they might, no one could have prepared me for the experience of being a mommy. Despite all of the stress, moodiness, weight gain, and depression, I wouldn't change this feeling for anything. I would have never imagined that such a little person would have such a huge impact in my life. It seems like just a week or so ago that Daniel and I were in the hospital holding our baby boy for the first time. And tonight, at 8:03, he is turning a year old. I am mostly in shock. I just cannot believe that my baby is turning a year old. I would really like to find a way to stop him from growing up, because it is happening way to fast!
All that being said... I will never be able to properly express how wonderful it is to have Zachariah as a part of our family, but it sure wouldn't be as enjoyable without him.
Happy Birthday, Zachariah. I love you more than you will ever know.