365 days ago…

…I was in serious labor, sitting in the hospital, having frequent and painful contractions, assuming that our baby’s birthday would be September 21. He evidently needed a little more cooking in the oven, because he didn’t come until the next day at 12:10 pm. Those hours are forever embedded in my memory, and I can’t imagine my life without my sweet baby in it. I never really understood unconditional love until I held Carson in my arms. I could go on and on, but then I’d start crying (I’m already choked up), so I’ll save it for another blog day. For now, tomorrow is Carson’s 1 year b-day and we gave him part of his present last night before bedtime. So far it’s a hit.