Oliver is one today.
To be honest, I'm not exactly sure how I feel about it. Of course I'm happy. I've had an entire year of sweet baby love. And, I'm sad. I want to push pause. I'm not quite ready yet. Not ready for him to go from mama's boy to big boy. Maybe it was those hours upon hours of colicky crying that tied my heart stings to his. Maybe it's simply because he's my baby. The littlest.
Today we are celebrating. Celebrating my small O. This morning we had a photo shoot with Aunt Amy. Then home for a nap. Later this afternoon Oliver will graduate to a forward facing car seat.
And then, there will be cake.