I think I am in denial. The baby turns one tomorrow. I have not bought a card, or a cake or a present.
I refuse to believe that a year has passed since she was born - since I held her soft, wee precious body in my arms and muttered words of welcome in her ear.
I refuse to believe that the baby months are gone - no more pureeing food, no more making up bottles of formula or sterilising.
I love the stage she is at now - full of craic and mischief with four teeth which form the most precious smile in the world but there is a part of me twanging at her age and wishing she would stay small forever.
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