Bunny is a year old now.  I didn’t talk about it much here, but it has happened and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I am not in denial about the time passing by, I just do better when I don’t dwell on it, KWIM?  I will admit she is so much more fun now, so much more fun than the little potato I brought home from the hospital.  She was this tiny little squishy person, so vulnerable and needy.  For weeks all I could do was stare at her in disbelief that she was mine, that I was finally a mother.  I seemed to cry every day because I could not contain the joy that filled my heart.

At almost 35 and having been married for 10 years, I was at a point in my life where I wasn’t sure I would ever have kids…God, what I would have missed out on.  Every cliché you hear is true—They’ll change your life, you’ll never be the same, you won’t know what you did with your time before you had kids…true, true. Every word of it is true.  We were so ready for her to be here.  I know it was ‘our time’ to be parents.

I am not a very religious person, but not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for allowing me this privilege.  I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Bunny, but I am so glad you are here.  Because of you, I am a better person.  I hope I can be the mother that you deserve. I hope I never let you down.  You have changed me forever, my sweet girl, and I am so honored to be your mom.

Then and now: