The morning of her birth, as I changed into the hospital gown, Oscar's pacifier fell from my shirt where I always conveniently stored it. I cried again.
That image of looking down at that paci on the floor is something I wont forget.
That was moments before I became a Mama, again.
My heart wrapped around her the second she took a breath.
Her little face; how she calmed once she was placed on my chest....She was perfect.
My love had been waiting for her.
I now had three great loves of my life.
And now a year later, I may be more tired, and days may last a little longer, but I can't imagine life without this little peanut.