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Tomorrow is June 19th. Lucy’s due date. Of course, she decided to stay inside me for almost another week (and now that we know our daughter one year later…this decision of hers makes perfect sense). But her due date will always hold a special place in my heart. Her due date came after years of loss, of fear, of uncertainty. Her due date was received as this incredible promise of new life and hope.

And one year later, she brims with all the emotions that were first tangled up in that special date given to me by my doctor. Joy. Laughter. Love.

Lucy is almost one year old and decided to start walking this week. She’s tentative but clearly capable. Yesterday, she took a solid eight steps. Of course, this happened in our kitchen. It’s the place Lucy and I spend the most time during the day. I imagine it will stay like that for quite a few years.

We’re in a flurry of activity as we get ready for her birthday party on Sunday. I can’t wait to see my plans come together because right now our house is a small disaster. Thankfully, Lucy doesn’t seem to mind.