Welcome to year two.

Has it really been a year already? 

Has it only been a year?

Both sentiments are fitting, since in some ways it seems like yesterday that I was holding a six-and-a-half-pound Haven, all wrapped up in blankets, snuggled under my chin. In other ways, it seems like eons ago, since I can't imagine her being that tiny. I also can't imagine Haven being that quiet and still; she is a whip-smart force to be reckoned with, packed into a grabby, squealing, adorable bundle who crawls at light speed and will be walking on her own any day now. Wish me luck.

Happy birthday, my sweet, luscious Lala. Your smile and laugh will keep me wrapped around that little digit for a lifetime.