I don’t know how it happened so fast, yet here we are, literally 10 days away from your very first birthday. 1 year ago today you were born. HOW I will never understand, and I am so so grateful and so in love with you. I don’t think I could have imagined a better child more perfect for me, who has taught me so much about myself, and who continues to give me gifts day in and day out. I am such a better version of myself than I was before, and all I can hope is that I’ll continue to become an ever better person for you, throughout your life.
It’s hard for me to imagine that someday you’ll be 5, and then 10, and then getting married and having a family of your own. I know it will happen, because that’s what life is - a constant ebb and flow of movement - I just pray to God that I am there for all of it.
And as crazy as it is, this year with you just wasn’t hard. I mean, sure, you were a baby and you had some nights where you couldn’t sleep or some really bad diapers, and I’m sure I got peed on a few times, but for the most part (and when I say most part I mean 95% of the time), everything has been easy. You are just so sweet. So content. So happy. Such a good sleeper. Such a good eater. Always smiling, never fussy. And then again - maybe it’s also just been easy because I’ve wanted you and this for longer than I’ve realized. Everything about the process and being a mother and having a son has been fulfilling for me. Everything.
I love you. And even though I’m gone and away for a work trip next week, I can’t wait to celebrate you. You are my literal heart and soul.