365 days ago I was having a very big day. I got up very early and had breakfast with a bunch of women, went and had my hair done, put on a pretty dress, oh, and got married. It was a very lovely day (although it started with a thunder storm, which worried me a bit) and one of the very happiest of my life. In fact, I even got some reading in!
While I was waiting for my bridesmaids to do their hair:
While I was waiting for the ceremony to start:
Now, a year later, I’m sitting in bed typing this with little baby Daniel draped across my stomach (he wiggled himself there, evidently he would like to sleep across instead of on me). Daniel’s 2.5 weeks old now and has been a great early anniversary present. I think he’s hitting a growth spurt, as he’s been a bit extra hungry and fussy the past few days, but he’s still a sweet little peanut.
There is not yet any photographic evidence of me reading to him, but I do have a picture of him ‘reading’ Watchmen with his daddy, the pictures have lots of great contrast for him to look at: