…because sometimes ballerinas are little
One Year Ago…
One year ago, I was folding the last of the baby clothes, painting the trim in the nursery and making sure every picture frame was just right. One year ago, I wondered if she’d be lucky enough to get her daddy’s blue eyes or if her personality would fit her name. One year ago, I tried to imagine what this love would feel like.
I realized something today: eleven months is so my favorite…right now.
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