My previous post touched on some of my emotions with it all. It was a sad and happy day. I couldn't imagine my life without her. Her giggles, her odd trait of licking things and THEN touching them, her cuddles, and the way she makes the perfect BABY.
Her actual day came with ups and downs. I had a thousand things to do that day, there was a WSU basketball game (we have season tickets), my dear friend had a bridal shower (I made the cake), this was all on top of planning the party, baking, and making a meal to feed 40 people (family and friends at the party). As I was driving back from the bridal shower, an hour before the party, it kind of all hit me. A part of me felt that maybe I had overbooked myself so I wouldn't have time to sit and think about it...my baby turning one. The weather turned bad and the roads started to get icy. Many people decided not to come to the party. At first it really bothered me, why didn't everyone want to celebrate my baby's big day? I've gone out in ice before for them? I've allowed for later bed times for their stuff? But then when it came down to it, I really didn't care. Not that I didn't want them there, but that their being there wouldn't really change anything or the difficulty that I was having with my baby being one. The ones that came, mean the world to us. But more than that, they celebrated Anabella. I celebrated her. Usually at our parties, I am refilling food, checking kids, taking pictures and it's all a whirlwind. Not that day. I ate with family, played on the floor with Bella, and really took it all in. I think God was looking out for me, and knew that THAT was what I needed. Not everyone there to see Belles, but for me to really cherish what was happening in that moment. It turned out to be a perfect little evening.... which coincided with my perfect little girl.
a picture from each month of her life
all of her IG pics
