One Year Later…

One year ago today, this was me:


She has NO idea what's about to happen...

She has NO idea what’s about to happen…


And now, this is me:

1AHermione and Mommy



I know it sounds cliché, but I cannot believe that my little Gryffindor is ONE!


When Hermione was a newborn, everyone would tell me, “Enjoy these moments because they go by so fast!” I would just smile and nod and think, “Whatever.” But now, I see those people were right.


I don’t know if it’s because I’ve just been so busy with being a mom, but man! this year has seriously flown by! My little jumping bean is growing like a weed and my heart is simultaneously full and aching at the same time. How do parents do this?! Maybe this is why people have so many kids; they want to see as many babies grow up as they can. (Michelle and Jim-Bob Duggar, I FINALLY have you figured out!)


I know that the next few years will go by fast, and in an effort to make sure I am able to reminisce to Hermione all of the wonderful things her first year of life has brought to me, I will now share An Open Letter to My Daughter:


My Dearest Hermione,

Today is your first birthday! I can’t believe it; it seems like yesterday I was standing in the bathroom, watching your daddy dance with delight at the positive pregnancy test that lay on the counter. I remember sharing the news about you to our family and friends. Everyone was so excited! It seemed like September would NEVER come.

Daddy and I would daydream about what you would look like, what your personality would be like, and if you’d be a writer or an engineer (or a doctor!). We would lay in bed and talk about all the things we wanted to do with you and places we wanted to take you.

We were so impatient to meet you! There were many times we thought: “This is it!” But, it wasn’t. When my water broke on September 1, 2013, I was full of so many different emotions. I was excited, scared, and nervous. I couldn’t wait to hold you, but I was also so scared to have you leave the safety of my tummy. This world can be scary at times, and I was already feeling very protective of you.

You waited until you were ready to show yourself, but when you did, you made a grand entrance! When the doctor placed you on my chest, I felt joy like I had never known before. Seeing you for the first time was like seeing for the first time.

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When we brought you home, we had no idea what we were doing! (We still don’t, but we can fake it pretty well, huh?) Those first few days were tough; we were just learning each other. But, we were in it together. You cried, I cried, Daddy worried about both of us, and we held each other close.

As the weeks turned into months, we started to get the hang of things. I watched as you discovered new things (like your toes) and learned how to roll, crawl, and point. I’m so amazed by how quickly you learn! You are definitely your father’s daughter; always curious and wanting to know as much as possible about the world around you. I hope you never lose that.

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Everyone tells me that you are such a beauty. And, it’s true (not that I’m bias or anything). But, I hope as you grow you learn that outward beauty is not as important as inner beauty. My prayer is that you are a kind, loving, empathetic girl with a heart for The Lord and His people.

You are such an amazing little girl and I am so blessed to be your mommy! I am glad that God chose you to be mine and me to be yours. I promise to do everything I can to help you navigate through this life with courage, strength, confidence, wisdom, and love. You are the brightest little witch of your age.

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With love “as big as the sky”,



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