Today is the day before Valentine's day. Last year on this day we were finally able to bring Mr. Ben home from the hospital. After spending a week commuting to Portland everyday to visit him, and then a week living in the hospital with him, last February 13th was a magical day.
Today is not going to be a magical day. I'm exhausted from a late shift last night and I have a cold. My plans today include laundry and mopping. Magical is not what comes to mind when I think about mopping. Despite that, I am taking the time to appreciate just how amazing it is that one year ago my little baby barely met the weight requirement for his car seat and looked absolutely miniature in it, and yesterday I could barely get the straps to fasten around him and his winter jacket. He's still a little peanut, but boy has he come a long way!
Despite the fact that today won't be a magical day, I'm still reminded about how much my life has changed and how much I adore my little guy. Even if he manages to get yogurt in his ears, smash me in the face with a remote and keep me up half the night for no apparent reason at all. He is by far the best thing I've ever accomplished, and I'm so glad to have him home with me everyday.