On your first birthday, I am feeling so many different emotions. I feel happy because I have gotten to spend the last year with the both of you. I feel sad because time has passed way too quickly. I feel lucky because I have the sweetest, silliest, and most beautiful son and daughter. I feel nostalgic because you no longer sleep on my chest or fit in the crook of my arm. I feel excited because we have so many years ahead of us. But most of all I feel blessed because I am your mom.
It does not feel like a year has passed since your daddy wheeled me through those big metal doors and I saw your sweet faces for the very first time. The memory still brings tears to my eyes and I know it always will because I had been waiting for you for so very long. The two of you were the answer to so many prayers and I pray now that you will always know that. I pray that your daddy and I are always able to show you just how special you both are.
I know I tell you this a hundred times a day but I want you both to know that each and every time I mean it with all my heart. . .
I love you to the moon and back chunk a monk and peanut girl.
I really, really do.