You are one today. A whole 365 days old. My baby stinker muffin.
I have loved you since the day I found out I was pregnant. You were a surprise to me, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. I remember telling your daddy. He had been in New York when I found out and so when Piper and I went to pick him up at the airport, I made a sign that said..."Jason Dowdell, Loving husband and father of 2!" He didn't get it at first and I had to read the sign to him , but then he realized what it meant and we got to share all the happiness that I had been trying to hide when I talked to him on the phone.
I was sick all day every day for 17 weeks. After that, it was a beautiful pregnancy. I talked to you al the time and after we found out you were a girl, I called you by name. When you were born, you came quickly and without incident and you became another piece of our family puzzle. I loved the time I got to spend with you while we were still in the hospital, just you and me getting to know each other and working things out.
But coming home with you was exciting. I was now a mother of two under two and it was going to be crazy. We got into a routine after a while and things smoothed out. You nursed like a champ and slept, well, not great but not terrible either. You fit right into our family while still being your own individual person.
You love music and watching your sister dance. You eat anything and everything. You smile all the time and you are learning to communicate with us through words and signs. You're stubborn and persistent and love a challenge. When you get mad, you get REALLY. MAD. But when you are happy, well, the sun shines through your smile.
On this, your first birthday, I wish you all the joy that I have felt being your mother. You are beautiful and charming and smart and alive. You bring new things to our life as a family and I know that you will achieve greatness, my love.
My baby, one year has gone by way too fast for your Mama.