I love a good turning-one-year-old-post. I’ll probably do one myself when the time comes [note to self: 3 months to come up with something good].
As hard as times are in the early days, they do grow and develop and become ever more wonderful day by day. I laugh as the Imp develops his own sense of humour, he makes me laugh, he laughs when I laugh as if he really gets my joke. It’s the sweetest. And despite all the sleep deprived days and nights, I wouldn’t trade him at all. Parenthood truly is wonderful.