One year ago today...

... a baby came out of my vagina!

She's looking at me right now. She has teeth. She has a voice. She can take a few steps on her own before falling over. She is so awesome.

She has completely stolen my heart and my identity. I am not the person I once was, and I have decided to acknowledge that this is a good thing. The person I once was was far unhappier than any one person deserves to be. She has taught me to be happier.

She has also flipped my world up-side-down and inside-out. Words do not take on the same meaning... Insecurities run deeper, but my will to overcome is much stronger.

I am so grateful I am her mom.

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