I'm normally nostalgic around birthdays. Especially first birthdays. But, y'all, Eliza's birthday is coming up in 2 days and I'm almost bordering on depressed. I mean, I am glad she's alive, thriving, and turning one (obviously) but I've just been so sad.
I'm sure its a mixture of lots of things.
Isaac stopped sucking his fingers after his accident. It seems so grown up. Its sad. He's growing up. Which means Eliza WILL grow up. She's likely our last baby. When I think on that, I think about all of our babies that we'll never get to celebrate birthdays with.
Its a downward spiral into an emotional pit.
So, for once in several months, I'd like for my baby's birthday just to hurry up and get here already. So I can get over this funk.
See you Thursday.