Every year Olivia's birthday is the one that makes me feel the oldest. And maybe that will change as Lucy grows seeing how she's my baby. But Olivia... Olivia is my first in so many things and when I think back to her first year it brings out a lot of memories and emotions for me. I struggled so hard her first year with post partum depression and anxiety, and absolute worry that I was going to screw this child up beyond repair.
Don't get me wrong, there are still times where I'm convinced we're going to end up on Dr. Phil, but then there are other times where I think I'm basically the best mom in the universe and I should be coaching people. I don't currently feel this way, but there have been times where I felt that bad ass.
So here's to another great year with my girl. She challenges me every day, drives me nuts on others, is always singing and dancing through the house, will talk your ear off non stop if you let her, is impossibly skinny, loves tacos, loves to read, can play the guitar, really smart and eager to learn, is horribly uncoordinated, but has the biggest heart and the kindest soul of anyone I know. She's the best of everything I could have imagined for my daughter.