Happy 1st Birthday, Unkin!

It happened. Time passed, as it does best, and my baby turned a year old today. I'm not one for parties and such, but I still think we did her just fine. Her paternal grandparents flew in for the occasion and we took her to get some photos taken at a portrait studio. Once we got home, I rested some before we had a modest gathering of five where we sang an unfamiliar song to the Littlest One and tried to force her to eat the kind of food that many of us wish we had the power to avoid. She wasn't all that interested, but it was just fine.

After that, I sat with her for a while...looking at my little girl and marveling at how much she's changed in the last year. I told her that she's learned a lot and that we've learned a lot from her as well. As she gummed a piece of my pizza crust, she looked so sweet and serene and pure and happy and just, beautiful.

I thought I'd take a moment to explain the title of this blog. As you may have been able to tell from the initial post, this first year of motherhood has, at times, been overwhelming. Well, now that I've gotten my feet wet in the circumstances of it all, I'm ready to move on with the knowledge gained and make the best possible choices for Malea's future. So, that first year? It's ok that it didn't all get written down for the whole world to see. The Somewhere we're starting is at More Than One. And the One More? Well, that's a shout-out the designer genes my baby's rockin'.