“When I was one, I had just begun”
A. A. Milne
Yesterday you turned one. I can’t believe the time has finally come when I can refer to you in years rather than months, weeks, days or even hours. I cried when you were born, I cried on your birthday and I’ve cried many of the days in between; happy tears tinged with a sadness that you are growing up so quickly. Every day is different. Just when we think we have you figured out, you change; a year of being kept on our toes. A million memories with every heartbeat.
My boy. My baby. My love.
The one who grins so hard he can’t see. The one who runs across the room arms outstretched. The one who snuggles in against me in the early hours of the morning. You greet each day with a stream of chat. You greet each night with a fight to stay awake. You are the madness in between. The passion. The challenge. The fun.
Cheerful. Independent. Brave.
Determined. Inquisitive. Funny.