I can hardly believe that Brooks is turning one in a few short weeks. It has been such an amazing year! I look back at the day he was born and remember it like it was yesterday. I also remember the sleep-deprived first few months. It was during that time that someone first told me, “the days are long, but the weeks are short” and it is so true. I feel very blessed to be able to stay at home with Brooks. It is the right decision for our family (definitely not implying it’s right for everyone) and I’m thankful to be the one to spend each day with him. That doesn’t, however, mean that each day is blissful. We’ve had plenty of really tough days when one or both of us are overly tired, feeling under the weather, or just plain difficult to deal with. There are some moments when I’m envious of Chris just because he’s sleeping when I get up with Brooks or because he’s had time to take a shower. Other days, I think back to the days I was in sales and I remember how much I wanted to stay in my pajamas all day. Sometimes the days are lonely. I talk to Brooks all day. I pretend that he knows what I’m talking about or even cares. Sometimes I’ll ask him questions and then answer for him. Although I think it’s good for him to hear me talk all day, mostly I do it because I need someone to talk to. I’ve learned not to pounce on Chris the moment he walks in the door knowing that he’s probably been talking all day. Still, looking back, even the tough days seem too short. There is honestly not a day that goes by that I’m not totally in awe of my child. Watching him grow throughout the last year has truly been amazing. He is a tiny little person who makes me laugh each and everyday and who brings me more joy and love then I ever thought possible. Yes, when he is throwing a tantrum because he doesn’t want his diaper changed, I sometimes wonder if bedtime will ever come, but at the end of the day, I know there’s no place I’d rather be.