birthday eve

Tomorrow is Annabelle's first birthday.

As fits my calm and unsentimental personality, I didn't said anything along the lines of "This is your last bath/lunch/outfit/snack before you turn 1" or doubled my picture taking of her this week. I've simply carried on with life as usual, knowing children grow and move away and that's the way it is. Sunrise, sunset and all that. The fact that I took a picture of her in the bath, eating lunch and in her cute outfit today was a PURE COINCIDENCE.

 

She's either eating a blueberry or blowing a kiss. It's hard to tell.

Oh, I kid. Do you really think I could have gotten through the week without shedding some tears or finishing off the bag of chocolates I found on the top shelf of the pantry? When I told Christopher we couldn't schedule anything tonight incase I needed to stay home and cry, he said "I assumed as much." He understands me. 

Time for more chocolate and tissues.