There's no other feeling in the world quite like the feeling I had waking up on the morning of my daughter's 1st birthday. I didn't realise the gravity of this milestone until it was here. And for the first time in a year, I really stopped to reflect. I'd made it! with (most of) my sanity intact, and a wonderful little creature that had suddenly become her own little person. She is no longer an extension of me, like a limb, but a bubbling, smart, determined and curious little girl. Her little fingers ran over every detail when opening her presents, from the paper and sticky tape, to the shapes and colours of every new object. She has a seriousness to her that makes me laugh, and in turn of hearing my laugh she lets out a squeal of delight, or a fake giggle, either, but never without an reaction.
