12 Months...

My precious Chloe turned one this month. ONE!  About two weeks ago. It really snuck up on me - and I'm pretty sure it hasn't completely hit me yet. Only a year ago, sweet Chloe was so little...

...and a few months later, she wasn't just a sweet sleepy baby.  She was a giggly, grabby, happy baby.

 

And then half way through this first year she was sitting up.  Playing with toys.  Cooing and smiling all the time...

By 9 months she was crawling.  And into everything.  She loved to sit up on her knees and scout out the best place to go play - which was pretty much always wherever Noah was. She talked even more and had gotten good at using some signs to tell us what she wanted. 

And now.  She's one.  12 entire months have flown by.  In some ways I'm so glad she's reached this milestone - but there's a sadness too.  I'm so incredibly grateful for the amazing gift she is and that I get to be in her life.  Grateful for every day though they pass too quickly.  I love that Chloe is one and that I get to see more every day, the little girl, then the teenager and then the woman that she'll become.  There are so many sweet moments that I know I'll forget.  But at least I have those moments.  I hate that so many people lose them.  I can't think about Chloe turning one without thinking about Gwen not turning one.  I'm so grateful for the moments that I spent with her - that I even got to meet her at all was such an incredible blessing.  I trust my God.  I trust Him, and I wish things were different.  I trust him and I wish I had a picture of Chloe sitting next to sweet Gwen at her party.