It’s the eve of your first birthday and a night much like the day you were born one year ago.
From the moment the nurse said “It’s a girl!” we immediately fell in love with you -- your sweet face, your beautiful eyes, your little mouth, your impossibly small fingers and toes. You were tiny, but mighty, with a ton of personality even then. You were a fighter from the start. You arrived four days early, healthy and strong. We felt fortunate to get to know you as I was anxious to get you out and see you in my arms.
From the moment the nurse said “It’s a girl!” we immediately fell in love with you -- your sweet face, your beautiful eyes, your little mouth, your impossibly small fingers and toes. You were tiny, but mighty, with a ton of personality even then. You were a fighter from the start. You arrived four days early, healthy and strong. We felt fortunate to get to know you as I was anxious to get you out and see you in my arms.
It’s immeasurable, the love we have for you. Our lives have not been the same since you arrived. We’re not the same people; we are better because you’re here. We are better because you inspire us to be good parents, good people.
We marvel at your every change – your first tooth, your first babbles, your first steps. Your funny shrieks and your hearty belly laugh. Your toothy smile. How you can feed yourself. How you can climb the stairs in a flash. We are fascinated by your every move and sound. We look at each other in wonder of this amazing little person we have created. We are astounded how one little person has altered our outlook, our goals, our worldview, and our very souls.
I wish for you a life full of wonder and beauty, love, peace and joy. I will do everything within my means to ensure this happens. I look forward to watching you grow and change from the sweet baby in my arms into a thoughtful, intelligent woman.
I have no wish for this change to happen quickly. Already, a year has passed all too swiftly. It has been the most wonderful, fun, fulfilling year of my life. The days fly by, one mixing with the next. Each night, when I put you to sleep, I wish I could relive the day again, spend it with you once more. I wish the time wouldn’t go so fast, that I could live in slow motion. I am keenly aware that too soon you will be heading to kindergarten with your little backpack, waving at me from the end of the driveway, off to school and away from me.
But until that day, I feel fortunate to spend these years in your company, loving you and helping you learn, helping you to be a good person. Just as you have done for me.
Happy Birthday, little Miss.
Love always,
Mommy
We marvel at your every change – your first tooth, your first babbles, your first steps. Your funny shrieks and your hearty belly laugh. Your toothy smile. How you can feed yourself. How you can climb the stairs in a flash. We are fascinated by your every move and sound. We look at each other in wonder of this amazing little person we have created. We are astounded how one little person has altered our outlook, our goals, our worldview, and our very souls.
I wish for you a life full of wonder and beauty, love, peace and joy. I will do everything within my means to ensure this happens. I look forward to watching you grow and change from the sweet baby in my arms into a thoughtful, intelligent woman.
I have no wish for this change to happen quickly. Already, a year has passed all too swiftly. It has been the most wonderful, fun, fulfilling year of my life. The days fly by, one mixing with the next. Each night, when I put you to sleep, I wish I could relive the day again, spend it with you once more. I wish the time wouldn’t go so fast, that I could live in slow motion. I am keenly aware that too soon you will be heading to kindergarten with your little backpack, waving at me from the end of the driveway, off to school and away from me.
But until that day, I feel fortunate to spend these years in your company, loving you and helping you learn, helping you to be a good person. Just as you have done for me.
Happy Birthday, little Miss.
Love always,
Mommy
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