Only you could keep me up at night, deprive me of so much sleep and still deserve smiles in the morning.
You alone could projectile vomit in my hair and have me feel bad for you, not myself.
Kissing anyone else’s feet, wouldn’t even be a consideration. Or picking their nose. Ick!
I wouldn’t cook for anyone else after they threw what I made on the floor.
You baby, are my exception.
I recently started reading the 5 Love Languages and although I’m not very far into the book, I’m wondering if there is a “Making A Big Deal Out of Milestones, Events and Parties” love language?! Because if so, that’s me to a T. I live to celebrate the special occasions in life… baby showers, birthday parties, bachelorette parties… sign me up! I will pin ideas, craft decorations, and be the first one there.
Carter’s first birthday party was no exception, and actually my inner party-planner took over and relished in the experience.
We’ve rocked countless hours,
Counted life in weeks and months.
I’ve kissed your cheeks,
your toes,
your Buddha belly,
your rolling thighs,
your fingertips a million times,
maybe more.
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.
My baby’s first birthday is a week from today and although I have no idea how that happened, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to list my must-haves for the first year as a new mom. Since parenting is a moving target, I don’t use all of these things now but at some point in the past twelve months I’ve desperately needed each of these items and have been so grateful for their existence. Whether it was bouncing my newborn to sleep on an exercise ball (which just so happens to be a fab ab workout), soothing diaper rash or testing my breast milk to make sure it was safe for my little to drink after a glass (or two) of wine. See my favorites as a first-time mom!
XO, Libby
Balenciaga & Bubbles 