I officially have a two year old.
Her birthday was the 19th.
We had a party for her over the weekend with a lot of our friends and family.
She was happier than I have ever seen her.
Her love was boiling over that day.
Most of her favorite people were in the room that day and she could barely contain herself.
Neither could I.
The joy I get from seeing her like that is like nothing I can explain.
All I can tell you; is that it is worth every ounce of pain that I have ever felt.
I felt a sense of pride that afternoon; one that I have been able to carry around with me most of this week.
As we all sang happy birthday; I whispered to her "we made it".
I know now she doesn't have a clue what I mean.
But one day she will.
One day she will know that I didn't break.
That I kept going for her.
I sat down last week and read my whole blog start to finish.
I had been meaning to focus on the entry about Apples last birthday; but I got stuck.
Stuck trying to remember what it was like back then.
Stuck with all those same emotions weighing heavy on my heart.
It has been one hell of a year since I started to write this blog.
It has provided me with some really amazing opportunities, and above all else strength.
I can only imagine what the next year holds for us.
I am finally in a place where I am excited and at peace with what is to come.
