On our anniversary, I had grand plans of getting up early and making an anniversary worthy breakfast while husband and baby slept on, unaware. As soon as I was up and had the ingredients out, so was our little one. I fed her breakfast and once she finished eating she was curious about what I was up to. As you know (I think), I love to bake. As Meredith toddled up onto a chair, working alongside me, dumping ingredients into the mixing bowl, this one big hope that felt so far away had suddenly arrived. There are so many things about parenthood that felt so far away when Meredith was just born and now, after the quick blink of an eye, they are here. Getting to bake with my little girl just about takes the cake.