Twyla's First Birthday

On this day, one year ago, I had just given birth two days prior. We were staying at my grandparents' house because our furnace had given up the ghost the day after Twyla was born. I had felt heartbroken by having to put such a tiny baby into a big plastic carseat and being separated from her for the duration of the 35 minute car ride. With all the worry, we had forgotten that it was Valentine's Day. She has gone from a five and a half pound peanut to a one year old monster with a few teeth and a lot of sass. Here she is eating her birthday cupcake: