Although it’s not *quite* your birthday yet, tonight’s one of those nights where I have a million things on my mind, and can’t sleep. One of those things was writing this letter, so I figured I may as well do that while I was awake.
I know it’s totally cliche, but I can’t believe you’re already going to be a year old. This year has gone so quickly, and I remember it all so well. This time last year I was anxiously awaiting your arrival. The doctor kept monitoring me because she was afraid you were small. She kept mentioning that she might induce me if you didn’t grow. Despite what the doctor thought, I kept telling everyone that I was afraid I’d be pregnant until almost October. All the while I was telling you that you’d really want to come Labor Day weekend, so that you’ll always have a holiday around your birthday. And here you are–sleeping soundly in the next room.
This year has been amazing. From that first moment of “holy crap, she’s real” when I held you right after you were born, to tonight when you took a wobbly step towards me, I have loved watching you grow. Your happiness, your spunk, and your curiosity for the world around you brings joy to both your Dad and I.
I still have days where I wonder how I got so lucky. You’re only one, but I can tell you’re an amazing person. You’re going to challenge me, yes…but God gave me you for a reason, and you’re here to make the world a better place. You already make my world a better place.
I can’t tell you how much I love you. I really didn’t know what people meant when they said you need to be a parent to understand. It’s true. You light up my world like nothing else.
I love you, baby. Happy first birthday.