Dear Little Girl,
You are one year old today. You have changed our lives in so many ways that we could never anticipate. We read all the books, scoured all the blogs, listened to all of the advice, but still had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.
You made us parents.
I carried you for 40 weeks and 4 days when my water broke, and I labored for 20 hours before we decided you weren’t coming out that way and I needed a c-section. It was worth every contraction, every wire hookup, every moment.
You wanted to do things in your own way, even then.
We will never forget the late night feedings, the early morning karate-kicking sessions, the wild and feral look of sleeplessness in our eyes. The constant worry of “am I doing this right?” The happy tears, the sad tears, the “oh my god I just want to sleep” tears. Milestones like your first smile, first laugh, first word, the look in Blake’s eyes when you cried out for the first time the moment you were born.
I remember taking you home from the hospital, anxious and terrified, marveling at how something so tiny could carry such weight and importance. You were so little in your car seat, but your presence filled our whole world. My eyes went fuzzy from staring at you for so long.
You are the most perfect. Watching you grow has been such a privilege, our little sugar pie, pangolin, unicorn cherub bb. You are such a happy, smart, healthy little person, and we love you.
Love,
Your mom and dad.