Now that she's one.

My Daisy girl hit the one year mark only a week ago and im noticing the toddler coming out of her more every day.

Im treasuring the tiniest moments with her because i have a feeling the hugs and baby snuggle times will be few and far between. We're working on weaning because that girl has some serious boob addiction and i feel that its now or never.

Shes a fierce girl, independent but so reliant at the same time. It makes me sad to think shes my last, the last baby ill carry in my arms, the last to do so many firsts. The last to figure out. Then i look at my boy, and im still figuring him out, he changes like the seasons but not like the weather, he changes slower now hes older but the changes are significant.

I guess there will always be new firsts and lasts with both of these kids and i need to look forward but hold the past close. Ill always remember the tiny breaths and fingers and hugs, ill just look toward the bigger breaths and fingers and hugs.