It's hard to believe that it's been a full year since you were tucked away inside my body.
That's what you looked like one year ago.
I was so incredibly anxious to meet you. Not only because I had reached the point of constant discomfort weeks before, but because, one year ago, we didn't even know your name. To us, you were still Baby Bojangles. We didn't know if you were a boy or a girl, and we were finding it a bit agonizing to have to wait and find out.
For weeks, I had been having uncomfortable contractions, and thought maybe, just maybe you were arriving soon.
Goodness, I was wrong. Your stubborn (albeit adorable) little self decided to stay put. I spent the next thirteen days trying nearly everything I could to coax you to come out. I cried nearly every night, wondering why you weren't as excited to meet me as I was to meet you.
And one year from your due date, you're walking around the living room, chewing on apples, laughing, smiling, and bringing us joy.
Someday, I will tell you these stories. Until then, I will just keep telling you "Happy Due Date Day, Ollie!" because it is absolutely adorable to see your face light up with your precious four-tooth grin as you squeal with delight at my greeting.
Love,
Mommy
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