My sweet James Richard.

365 days ago I was in the early stages of labor, still trying to convince myself that I was having Braxton Hicks contractions so I wouldn’t get my hopes up. For nine long months you grew inside my belly. I still remember the first time I felt you move, and how you would dance around every Sunday during the service. I went through the hardest months of my life as we said goodbye to my Dad, and held you close as I grieved his loss. I experienced all the aches and  pains of pregnancy as my body prepared for the ultimate marathon of labor. I cried at commercials, excitedly put together your nursery, and dreamt of what it would be like to finally hold you in my arms.

And one year ago today I finally got to do that.

After eight hours of unmedicated labor and one last push, you finally entered the world. Your first cry took my breath away. I held your soft, vernix covered body and smiled up at your daddy.
You were here. Finally here.

In one instant my life changed forever, and I haven’t looked back once. Being your mama has been the greatest job I’ve ever had. Even through the hard, sleepless nights and the long days, it has all been worth it.

I got to see your first smile and hear your first laugh.
I watched you take in the world around you as your eyes got stronger and stronger.
I “forced” you to do tummy time, even though you hated every second of it.
I’ve read you hundreds of books and sung songs with you throughout the day.
We’ve danced together around the living room.
I was the first girl you hugged and kissed.
I was there when you started rolling over, and saw the proud look on your face when you first pulled up on the couch.
We laugh together at the silliest things.
You have been an awesome photography assistant.
And you have more joy to my life than I ever thought possible.

I thank the Lord every day for giving me such a sweet and spunky baby boy. I will love you forever, my little monster.

Happy first birthday!