It’s the eve of Oliver’s first birthday and wow, am I sentimental. I remember that day so vividly. I was taking on the trash on a Monday morning when my water broke. It was the easiest and hardest labor yet. But sweet, peaceful Oliver came into our lives and I just can’t imagine life without him.

The “peace” he brought with him from heaven may seem to hard to find these days in between his high pitched screams, wanting to be held, and being the pickiest eater. But it’s there. And I’m grateful I get to see it on a daily basis. There is a calm about him. I see it in his deep, brown eyes that seem to always have a sparkle in them.

After we party for his big day, him and I are taking off on a jet plane for the Big Apple for a few days. I’m a little (okay a lot) nervous for the flight since he is so wiggly these days, but I’m so excited to get to focus all my time on just him.

Here’s a few of my favorite photos of him recently.

^He sure loves pulling on Evelyn’s hair. Usually, she isn’t smiling about it.