Over the past twelve months, our true love has given us countless gifts. Some felt wrapped in big beautiful packages, like her first word – Mama! Others were disguised as lumps of coal, only to be fully understood and appreciated in hindsight. The tough lessons pierced hard and the joys exceeded our wildest imaginations, but all were gifts indeed and we’re truly grateful for each one.
Exactly twelve months ago tonight, Kevin and I sat at our favorite East Nashville restaurant basking in the glow of our match to Julia (just hours before!), and in the iPhone screen that illuminated the picture of her we kept propped against the salt shaker the entire meal. Tonight we’re headed back to our spot to celebrate, this time as an *official* party of three. We will probably ask for a highchair though instead of making her lean on the shaker.
The year flew by in a blink, to think she’s been home nearly eight months. We wish one of her gifts to us had been the ability to slow time and stay awake to soak her up for all eight-thousand-some-odd hours of it. But as we step back and reflect on the year as a whole, we are reminded of all the big and little blessings she did give us along the way – some before we were even together.