My sweet boy,
You're a year old, and I'm in a state of shock. There's no way a whole year has passed. It just can't be.
You're more than I could have ever dreamed.
You're curious, intelligent, loving, hilarious, and so much more.
You're walking a bunch.
You can throw a ball.
You fed yourself (and Penelope) for the first time with a spoon this morning.
You're going through a bit of a "Must be on Mama and only Mama at all times" phase.
(Just between us, I kinda love it)
You've been great at giving people kisses lately, and are soooo close to blowing kisses as well.
You've figured out crocodile tears when you don't get your way.
Then you're fine 2 seconds later
Some days can be described perfectly by this photo.
But most days are like this.
Every morning I get up, thinking my love is as big as it can get.
And every morning I'm wrong.
You amaze us with everything you do.
You've changed us down to the core.
You've made us better people.
A year ago today at 11:39pm, I gave birth to you. I gave my everything to you. And I'll continue to do so for the rest of my days.
You are my baby, my heart, my everything.
I laugh when you laugh, I cry when you cry, I hurt when you hurt and I smile when you smile.
My sweet boy, forever you'll be.