John Paul Dawson has reached the ripe, old age of 1... I can't believe we survived. What a ride? Huh? Anyone else know that parenting was going to be such a roller coaster of joy, laughter, tears, screaming (you and the baby), diapers, schedules, naps, rice cereal, blenders, smiles, coos, bottles, breast pumps, pulling over off the road, high chairs, passy's, no passy's, sleeping, teething, spit up, milicon, nose bulbs, "the lip", head back-to-prove-your-point drama, "dah-dee," socket covers, onesie extenders, maternity clothes-switching, pregnancy nervousness, pregnancy excitment, pulling up, falling down, bloody lips, passing off to grandma, date night, cry-rooms, burp clothes, cameras, tantrums, sighs, belly laughs, guitars, snow days, hikes, clapping , fakes cries, and on and on... this has been quite a year.
God gives us a desire to give of ourselves completely to someone else- He is certainly fullfilling that desire in my life. He is so gracious. I'm celebrating by having some ice cream (because baby number 2 won't allow for a glass of wine). David is still out of town, and we have had 3 offers on our house (I love those Novenas) in the last 3 days. God is good. I'm going to sleep- what a great day.