1 year ago I was exhausted. I was pregnant…very pregnant. I was scared. And nervous. And excited to meet you.
And then you were here. My sweet, laid-back, loveable little guy. My sweet Teddy.
1 year later and you already seem like more of a little boy than a baby. You are babbling and starting to walk and giving hugs.
I am babbling and starting to get sentimental and hugging you tighter.
You are fighting your sister over toys and feeding the dog and trying to get up the stairs.
I am fighting back tears and feeding you and trying to keep you from hurting yourself.
1 year. 1 fast year. 1 incredibly fast year.
Tonight I held you longer. I gave you extra kisses on your chubby little cheeks. I rocked you to sleep just a little bit longer.
Tomorrow, you’ll be 1.
Happy birthday little guy.