I cannot believe you are one year old. It seems just yesterday that I was in the hospital laboring for 20 hours with you... Just yesterday you were small enough to sleep on my chest... You were in newborn clothes that hung off you because they were too big... You were marathon nursing... You were sleeping most of the day and awake most of the night... You had a head full of dark brown hair and I thought for sure you were gonna be a brunette like me (ummm... As it stands right now I was wrong about that)... You were brand new to this big wide world... And your daddy and I were more than a little overwhelmed and often felt like we had no idea what we were doing (sometimes we still feel that way)....
Now you are walking, signing more, waving hello, saying mama and dada, and being opinionated. You are laughing and playing and endlessly following the Ted cat around. You are eating blueberries. You love blueberries. You are so much closer to a toddler than a newborn.
I gotta be honest, Baby Blossom, I love this stage with you. Don't get me wrong, I loved the newborn stage too and sometimes I do in fact miss the squishiness of the newborn stage. But I love watching you grow into this amazing little person with your own ideas and thoughts and opinions (and boy do you have some opinions, my future leader of a child).
You are the best thing that has come out of my life. I often wonder what I did with myself before you were born. I cherish every minute with you. Even the minutes where you are making me crazy and yes, precious one, there are most certainly minutes that you make me crazy. But I would never give even one of those crazy minutes up. For a crazy minute with you is a million times better than a calm, carefree minute without you in my life.
I love you absolutely more than you could possibly know. You are my most beautiful, treasured blessing and I can never thank God enough for charging me with you.
Happy Birthday, my sweet girl!
Happy Birthday, my sweet girl!
Love,
Mommy
