Dearest Lana, it's so strange to still live in my skin since you've arrived. Even before you were born, I felt new and different and weird (who knew being pregnant would move your spine around in a way that makes it now feel more like Jenga blocks than a puzzle fit all snugly together, supporting the rest of me?) - almost like a stranger in my own body. As the year has passed, it continues to be more and more odd that I also don't recognize my own mental self - your presence for me has completely rerouted priorities, decision-making matrices, and even my cry reflex (I cry so much now!) - I am a better human for it and feel nothing but joy all the time. What an amazing year it's been.
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