We’ve rocked countless hours,
Counted life in weeks and months.
I’ve kissed your cheeks,
your Buddha belly,
your rolling thighs,
your fingertips a million times,
I turned thirty, just weeks before you turned one.
I got my first gray hair, while you grew a full head.
You’ve laughed while I cried and I you.
I’ve lost sleep, tracked milestones, snapped countless pictures, and stared at you in complete awe.
You are the best and hardest thing I have ever done.
My heart has grown and exploded with a love I’ve never known.
I have loved every minute of this first year and cherish being your mommy. Love watching you grow and learn. Love seeing your budding personality. Love your infectious laughter. Love your (still) toothless grin. Love your wispy, uneven hair.
I yearn to keep you little but am excited for what’s in store. You’ll accomplish great things little one and I’ll be here, next to you, watching, cheering, celebrating.
Happy birthday baby boy.