One Year Ago
There's a shirt laying in the entrance of my house, all wrapped and bundled up and covered in chocolate frosting that needs to be brought to the laundry room. Outside, a single white balloon blows back and forth in the wind. Bright blue tissue paper litters the floor of my living room, and there's a sink full of dishes that need to be washed. But right now, at this moment, I don't care. As I sit here quietly on the couch, I can't help but think back to a year ago today, right about this time of night.
One year ago, I was laying in a hospital bed, pushing. One year ago, I was in more pain than I probably will ever be again in my life. One year ago, at 9:15 PM, Isaac Aaro Pietila entered this world.
My beautiful boy, born with a collapsed lung, already showing the world that he was one tough little fighter. He bounced back from that dramatic entry with no side effects and has spent the last year it seems, proving to us that he has more spunk and spirit than we thought possible.
Last night, I snuck into his room after he was sleeping and took a picture of him. His last night as an 11 month old.
We had such an awesome day today.
I know it seems extravagant but I booked a photo shoot for him, and we did a cake smash. I also had some pictures of just him and I done. It was so cool, and I can't wait to see them.
We met up with my mom and dad, MIL and FIL and brother and sister in law at McDonalds and had supper than came home and went to bed. A perfect day.
Pretty soon, I'll have to get back to cleaning and getting things done, but for just a minute I want to sit here and think. About the struggles it took to get here. About the rough nights, and the good nights, the baby puke and the drooly kisses. About how life with two kids can be tough, but it's so much more full than I could have ever imagined.
And how now, Isaac is one.
1 Sam 1:27, 28
"I prayed for this child and the Lord has granted me what I asked of Him. So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life, he will be given over to the Lord."