What a difference a year makes

Last year on this day in history, I was trying (unsuccessfully) to have a baby.  I was having severe contractions, walking up and down the gravel road, breathing heavily and praying hard.

So far this morning Kenyon and I have worked in the wood shop and walked a little bit down the gravel road and worked on getting a sticky trap off his hands.

Yes, you read that correctly.  Sticky trap.  On my kid's hands.  He was alternating between laughing and crying and I was just praying hard.

In some ways our life has totally changed during the course of this past year.  In some ways it has never changed at all.