feeling a little teary

As I rocked Rachel and read our good night stories this evening I couldn't help get a little teary. In fact, I am now just writing this. I can't believe a year has gone by and my little girl will be one tomorrow. I was thinking about what a beautiful day it was a year ago today. It was sunny and cool as we walked The Village of Rochester Hills. I was thinking about my "candy corn cookies" that I was determined to bake while we were timing contractions. I remember driving to the hospital through the bumpy construction zone. I was thinking about how I remember saying that I didn't know if I could ever go through labor again because it was so painful and yet I don't really remember the pain at all. I remember feeling defeated to have to ask for medication and then getting over it as soon as it kicked in. I remember seeing my little pink baby for the first time and Chuck telling me that we had a girl - we had our Rachel. I remember how I sat up all night watching her. Every time she wiggled or snorted I sat straight up, wide awake, although I was tired beyond reason. The next few days were a blur. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months and all of a sudden my baby is a year old. I love my girl.