Happy 1st Birthday, AG!

Dear Ally Grace,

At 5:03 on October 8th, 2009, you changed my life forever. 

(Well, really it was nine months before, when you started making me want to barf all day, every day. But let's not split hairs, shall we?)

(Excuse me, what do you have to be upset about? 

Clearly, I'm the one who should've been crying.)

I tried to find this sassy nightgown to wear to your birthday party.

You know, for old times sake. 

I can't believe we made it through our first year! I was literally terrified (what's that?  You didn't notice?  So sweet.) of all things motherhood--from holding you, to changing your diaper, to feeding you. 

Let's face it.  God is good.

One day you'll read this blog, and you'll probably think several things.  Like, "my mom is really random and prone to oversharing." Or, "she sure does talk about cupcakes a lot." Or even "jeez, she watches some truly bad tv."


But what I really want you to think is "wow, she's insanely crazy about me."


(In the good way, of course).


And in case I'm not around to say it (annnd, why am I talking about this?! I blame Katherine Heigl and Josh Duhmel, and their dumb movie coming out that makes me cry every single time I see the preview), I want you to know that you and your dad have made my life amazing. In more ways than one.

Happy birthday little presh!