{I was looking through my "drafts" in my blogger account and came across this one. I started it TWO YEARS AGO as I tried to pen my thoughts about Abby turning one. I was having such a hard time reconciling my emotions and thoughts on her turning one. I thought she would likely be my last "one year old" birthday celebration and I just couldn't find the right words to describe that feeling. So I started to write about her turning one, but never finished. Two years later, even if it's unfinished, I thought I should post what I did write. It's just another bitter sweet reminder of how quickly life passes! And that cute baby... how could I NOT post pictures of that precious baby! I remember taking these pictures in her room "like it was yesterday". Sigh.}

How did this happen?
Well, it actually happened over three months ago, but the fact that I'm just now posting about it seems par for the course in the "how did this happen" mystery of time going by too quickly.
On February 16th, our baby girl dawned a special crown dubbing her Queen of the Holtzman Household as we celebrated the momentous occasion of her turning ONE.
ONE.
How that happened, I'm not quite sure.
I can still remember so vividly preparing for her birth. Painting the room, dressing the crib in the newly made bedding, filling the dresser drawers with itty bitty diapers and sleepers, putting the rocking chair in place for the many late night nursing sessions, anticipating her birth with a bit of anxiety and a lot of excitement.
I remember it all.
It doesn't seem possible that it happened a year ago.
I remember the day she was born like it yesterday. I remember how she looked and felt, the excitement exhibited by her big siblings when they saw her for the first time, the tiny clothes lining her drawers and closet, the way I could hold her cradled in one arm, how she nursed so easily and how desperately I wanted to hold on to those days and savor every second of her newness knowing that in the blink of an eye, I would be here.
Wondering how a year has come and gone. Feeling sad and guilty that I didn't savor it more. And noticing that my tiny baby now resembles more of a toddler who walks, tries to talk, and tries to keep up with her older siblings as much as she possibly can.
How did this happen?
Time just happened. Kids went to school, had activities, celebrated birthdays. We went on vacations and Vance worked more and I volunteered for too many things. Life happened.

And now our baby is ONE.
And she is a delightful ONE.
After overcoming her colic at around 6 months, she became a sweet smiling sister. Her big chocolate drop eyes melt me and her big grin is infectious.
At ONE, she seems to favor her big brother most among her other siblings. Molly is her biggest threat and I pray for the days I will see the two of them dancing around my living room in dress up costumes. She talks and has several words mastered, loves to change her shoes, refuses to drink milk and is kept hydrated by pouched applesauce and pouches of expensive organic food, reads books to put herself to sleep for her nap, has a white softie that she chews on the edges of, has a lot of teeth, CURLY brown hair and a big belly, blows kisses to everyone when she goes to bed at night, is kind of rough, attempts somersaults on her own, and is my first climber!





























