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My friend was so kind and took pictures of Aaron for his first birthday. They are absolutely perfect and capture his personality perfectly. 
I can't believe I have a toddler now. I can't believe how much he's grown over the past year. 
It's been so humbling and magical to watch him discover everything for the first time. This world can be a nasty place, but it can also be so beautiful. 
We're so blessed with Aaron. He has a pretty chill personality for the most part, and he sleeps like a champ. He's super giggly and smiley, but also contemplative. 


I can't believe he couldn't even hold up his neck, and now he's almost walking. 

He's my little twin and best friend. I never knew how special a relationship with a son can be.


He loves carbs, balls, wheels, going to Grandma's house, Taylor Swift, and his pacifiers. 


We've had so much support this last year and I'm so grateful for it. 

Every time I hold him, he grabs my hair or my shirt and while it hurts sometimes, I love it. 

He really loves his aunts and uncles. 






When I was at the doctor once, he reached up and held my hand from his stroller when I was feeling a little nervous. 


Before bed every night I tell Sammy that my heart hurts. It's with pure joy. Every night when Sammy gets home, Aaron is full of giggles and laughter. It's such a happy time, and the second he's asleep I miss him. He brings us so much joy. 



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