Almost a month ago, David turned one. While it was relatively uneventful for him, despite the birthday party we threw on his honor, it was a rather huge deal for me. I always knew I wanted to have children but I never really felt ready to have them. When Jake and I decided to start trying, it was mostly because we knew we both wanted kids and we knew it might be a bad idea to wait much longer in case we had problems. It all happened very quickly and next thing we knew we were actually pregnant. Not that I am complaining but it was sooner than we expected, that's all.

I spent the first few months of my pregnancy worrying about the well being of the baby and throwing up. Once I started feeling better, I concentrated fully on worrying about the baby's well-being. I worried about it so much that I barely had enough energy left to worry about the birth. David did me two favors and came out relatively quickly and quite perfect-looking.

I spent the last year also worrying. What did I know about being a mother? Was I feeding him enough? Was I eating right? Was he warm enough? Was he too warm? David was and is a perfect child. He eats like a champ, he now sleeps like a champ, he walks around like he's been doing it all his life and he laughs more than I've ever seen anyone laugh.

There are no words for the amount of joy he has brought into our lives. Even though it's almost a whole month late, congrats of turning a whole finger, my son, I am so proud of you.