One Year

One year. That is how long we have had her. Twelve months. I can’t remember what life was like without her. Fifty two weeks. It really doesn’t seem like a long time. But three hundred sixty five days ago she was a helpless newborn and now she is a fully mobile crumb cruncher.

Chloe Joy. It means “blooming”. A joyous blooming flower. I thank God for every single minute that I have her.

Happy First Birthday, Chloe. I love you!