Today marks the one year anniversary of the loss of my baby in the twelfth week of pregnancy. It blows my mind how just a year ago I was overcome with such grief, and here a year later I can gaze into the face of this beautiful, healthy one week old baby boy. God’s blessings abounded then, and they certainly abound today. I don’t have anything particularly poignant to say other than I feel extremely thankful. Wookie seems aware that he has a big brother to catch up to. He’s gaining weight rapidly, the 0-3 month Gerber onesies are a very snug fit, he’s rolled over from his belly to…