Last night I rocked my sweet girl to bed knowing that when I lay her down, it would be my last time putting a baby to sleep. This morning she woke up a WHOLE year older. I cried like a baby as I sang our song. I twirled her one tiny stand of hair in between my fingers and sat there quietly as she nursed. All I could think about was the moments I was pregnant with her. I was in Grad school and had no clue how I was going to juggle everything that was about to come my way. I woke up in the middle of the night in feb of 2019.. I sat in her rocking chair at our old house..and I started to cry with fear and anxiety.