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open letter to my son on his first birthday.

While taking a little break from designing and working today, I ran across this blog post, that sums up the last year and a half of my life to a tee. I needed a few tissues while reading it and loved it so much, I’m posting it to my blog because I could not have written it better myself. Enjoy. ~Julie

fueled by diet coke

Dear Dax,

Today at 1:34 AM you turned one. You have been alive, outside of my womb, for one whole year now. (But you were alive and inside my womb for 38-ish weeks prior to that!)

Do you remember what life looked like a year ago? Well, yesterday you forgot that you like grapes even though the day before you couldn’t shovel them into your mouth fast enough, so if your memory is a little fuzzy, that’s okay. That’s why I’m here. Because I remember it all.

A year ago, we were cuddling in my recovery room, number 309, and everything was white and sterile and loud, but quiet at the same time. There were all these machines and people buzzing about us, even the few times when you or I were asleep, and time seemed to creep by and zoom past as we got to know each other.

Though…

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