This is what Cooper and I looked like one year ago today (23 wks pg.):
And his room was still very much a guest room – it is funny to remember it was ever filled with anything other than Cooper stuff and baby giggles. I always liked that room, but now it looks kind of cold to me.
And Christmas just feels extra Christmas-y this year. Every day might not be great, but there is something great in every day. He is my “great.” I love to look back at pictures like this and think about how far we have come as a family already, and get filled up again with the wonder of how truly blessed we are and have been.