I get the feeling that I'm going to have this moment repetitively over the years to come. Some days you wake up and I think, "when did you get so big? Where did my baby go?" I will always treasure the days when you were tiny and you let me hold you for hours and hours. But I love to watch you grow and change into this little autonomous decision maker, this little bundle of energy and thought and joy. Here you are, a whole year old already, and I can hardly believe that you're moving from bottles to cups and from being fed to feeding yourself.
You had two first birthday parties. The first one was two weeks ago, when all of our family came to celebrate your dedication in church. We set up tables in our driveway outside the little duplex where we're living at the moment, and almost thirty people wanted to hold you and give you gifts and dance around with you in the sun. We had a great time, and I think you did, too. You shared half of your birthday cupcake with Lucy.
This weekend, we celebrated again with our neighbors and friends. We planned to paint and carve pumpkins in the yard, but it rained and turned cold, and instead we crammed two dozen adults and a handful of your friends (Tanner, Eden, Ethan, and Naomi) huddled inside and painted pumpkins on our living room floor. It was absolute craziness, and we loved every second of celebrating YOU. Your life is a pretty fantastic thing, little one. You smile so easily, you love to be surprised, you have a trust that no matter what crazy circle you're spinning around in, you'll be caught before you hit the ground too hard. I love it. I love you. You make our lives a hundred times more beautiful.
Happy birthday to my one-year-old Allegra.
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