I know that I am beyond super late in posting this. It is coming on a month since Temi turned the BIG 1. Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I thought that I would be an emotional mess at the realization that my baby was growing up and was no longer a baby.

In actuality, I was too busy planning her party and tryna survive off of two hours of sleep to even give it much thought. I went from planning her party to heavy deadline at work to being sick with the worst cold ever to tryna get my mojo back. Between all of that, she went from 11 months to almost 13 months and I haven’t even caught my breath yet.
Everyday I watch her and I’m amazed and in awe. Every little thing amazes me. The way she smiles with her eyes. The cute way she pinches her fingers together. How she runs to me excited. How she snatches her daddy’s phone and looks at it like she actually knows what to do with it. Lately, she’s learned how to hold the phone up to her ear. She’ll sometime simulate this by holding her hand up to her ear and saying “hi” in it.
I was completely prepared to write a heart-wrenching, tear-inducing post about how I don’t want my baby to grow up and how I’m so sad. And while there are parts of me that misses when she was a fresh newborn straight from the hospital and all she could do was nestle her head into my chest, I know that I’ll soon get that again. In the meantime, it’s exciting to watch her grow. It makes me proud everytime she does something. If anything, I wish I could spend more time with her, do more things with her.
Yes, the first year came around too quick. Not because I wasn’t ready for her to grow up (cuz let’s face it, I’m not). No, it came around too quick because I didn’t get to do nearly half of the things I had hoped to do with her. She’s only been to the beach and park once. I’ve yet to take her to a movie, or a festival or outdoor anything. I haven’t started a tradition of any sort with her. I’m still trying to get our daily routine down. I’m still trying to balance the many roles I play. So if anything, Temi turning 1 has taught me that life’s not gonna wait for me to get it together. She’s not gonna wait for me to figure it all out. I have to seize the day by the moment before she’s my age and writing about her own kids. The next 11 months will no doubt be bumpy and full of unexpectedness, but it will also be full of lots of memories that me and Temi will make together. So that when she turns 24 months, I can cry.
Super duper thanks to all those that came and partied like it was 2012 with us! Temi had a blast and it made all my worrying and complaining worth it. I am really happy with how it all turned out and I truly feel blessed to have so many people that were willing to take time out of their Sunday to celebrate with us. For those that couldn’t make it, don’t worry, there’s pixand videos for you to enjoy. Sorry but I couldn’t save any of the cupcakes. 🙂

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