One year ago today... it started out an average Saturday for us. It was about 10am, and you were still sleeping. But that was normal for you, you liked your sleep. After we all got up and ate breakfast, I just got a weird feeling. I sent your daddy to go check on you.... what happened next was the longest, hardest 10 minutes of my life. You were cold, blue, and not breathing. You were dead. I lost it, my life and your life flashing before my eyes. All I could think about was how perfect you were, and how I would never get to know who you were or would turn out to be. I cried, I screamed, I never thought this would happen to me. Luckily your dad held it together better than I did, while we waited for an ambulance to arrive he grabbed you from my arms and started what little he knew about CPR. Within seconds your blue skin turned pale... and you started breathing again. A miracle, that’s all that can explain what happened. A year has gone by and I can’t imagine where I would be if you weren’t with us today. I can’t imagine not seeing your first steps, and not hearing your sweet little voice every morning. Your curiosity and love for life is unreal. You completely changed my outlook on life. Never take for granted what you have because it can be taken away from you in a matter of seconds, in a heartbeat.