Take Three...

This is the third time I have experienced first birthday eve and it gets no easier with practice.  With every child the night before their first birthday is so bittersweet for me.  For me, it marks the end of "babydom."  In the morning sweet little Sunshine will be an official toddler and I am broken.  Especially since she may very possibly be my last infant.  It didn't help at all that coming home from the store that song "My Daughter's Eyes" by Martina McBride came on.  Stupid Delilah.  (Don't judge me...I don't like her dribble, I'm just looking for tunes.)  And it doesn't help that I am weaning and my hormones are in hyperdrive.  

Anyway, I'm sure I'll pick SS up at some point in the evening and hold her and delve into indulgent overdrama and then tomorrow I'll start enjoying one of the best stages in a kid's life.   So if you need me you'll find me in the nursery.