“When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it.” – Suzanne Collins | Mockingjay
In case I haven’t mentioned it, Nola’s birthday is this coming week, and I’m all kinds of nostalgic about it. I’m still having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that it’s been an entire year, yet at the same time, it feels like so much longer. It’s hard to imagine a time when she wasn’t here; our lives sharply divided into before and after. So much of that day is a blur, and I know it will only get worse as the years go on. So in honor of her last days as a baby, I’m revisiting that terrifying, chaotic, magical day when our little firecracker made her debut.