The First year, everyone told me how hard it was, they were right. What people forgot to mention was how hard the first birthday would be!
Invitations were sent, RSVPS are in, decor in every shade of pink has invaded our dining room, hubs even helped make tissue paper poms! All of these exciting party plans, and yet I am holding onto this underlying sadness. My baby is walking and talking, she has become her own little person, and while the independence she has gained makes me so proud, I am worried she wont need me anymore.
A year really isn't that long, and the past year has gone by in an instant. I'm hoping not to be a blubbering mess at her party next weekend, or on her actual birthday! I am so grateful for a happy healthy baby girl, one who means more to me than anything in the world.
Tell me I am not alone with this mix of excitement and sadness??