A moment with my firstborn

It's breakfast on this Sunday, two days before K's birthday and suddenly, as I watch her consume her breakfast independently, I'm filled with love. I'm overwhelmed by emotions as I think back to us four years ago - she was still not birthed, and the husband and I were filled with all the usual first-time parent's anxieties. Looking at her now - fully able to feed herself, with an attitude that Lady Gaga will approve, with opinions that startle, amuse and amaze us, with antics that bring tears, fears and joy ... She has grown so much. And I am feeling thankful as I embrace this feeling of joy, while I wipe away my emo tears (only a little)

Love you, baby