Well, now G is one year old. A year! How did my little tiny baby turn into a one-year-old so fast?  Don’t answer that.
It’s been a long year, and a short year. Many of the hours passed excruciatingly slowly. The whole thing went by in the blink of an eye. If we hadn’t had her, everything would probably look just about the same as it did a year ago, maybe two years. We’d have slept more, learned less. We’d have fewer dilemmas. We might be more sure that there must be a satisfactory way for careers and children to coexist, even if it wasn’t obvious to us what it was. We’d have laughed much, much less. We’d have missed out.
Before G, I didn’t see what people saw in babies and small children.  Now I know babies are incredible and awesome. I fully expect to learn that this is also true about small children in the very near future.
Happy one year, our little G. We’re so proud of you.
