When coupled with my husband’s rational and logical outlook, my rational self wins. In the next few weeks, James will become a full-time daycare kid.

It’s been one year since I saw you last, and I still think about you often. Images that pop up in my Facebook feed. The jangle of your collar that still hangs on my rearview mirror.

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!” The rule is ingrained in our minds. But, like most rules, there are always exceptions.

I figured we'd bust out the finger paints and have a little art session. And, by "bust out the finger paints," I mean, "Find some way for James to finger paint without poisoning himself because you know for sure he's going to eat whatever is on his fingers!"

We always knew we were a one-child family. Even when we first started talking about having a family, we knew we wanted one. Just one. And, for the last year, we loved every moment of being parents of our joyous little man. There was never a moment where we looked...