Last Day of Being Zero

Today is Owen's last day of being zero years old. This very time last year, I was searching the internet to see if extreme irritability was a sign of impending labor. On this day, John and I took our final labor class and the instructor warned us not to practice too hard for fear of sending us to the delivery room. And on this day, John and I felt compelled to go to the grocery store to stock up at 10 o'clock at night, just because. One year ago, this day was our very last day of being a family of two.

And here he is today, our sweet baby boy, wrestling his buddy Koen, and John and I have no need to search the internet to see if extreme happiness is a sign that we have survived our first year of being parents!