One year.
I honestly can't believe how fast this year has gone. I can't believe how much you've grown, how many new skills you've picked up along the way. How many new experiences you've handled like a pro.
At the same time, I can't believe how much I've grown, or how much your dad and I have changed. You have become the most special part of our lives in such a short time, and I can't imagine loving anyone else the way I love you.
Someday, you may tell me you're not a baby anymore. Someday, you may say you hate me. Someday, you may think that I am the worst thing that could have ever happened to you. Someday, you may think I am the most terrible mother, ever.
But you will always be my baby. I will always say I love you. I will always think you are the greatest thing that could have ever happened to me. I will always try to be the best mother, ever.
(And there's a good chance you'll always be my favorite. I do have a soft spot in my heart for the oldest child spot, after all. Just don't tell any future brothers or sisters, ok?)
I love you, bug. More than anything.
Happy birthday!
And thank you for the best year of my life...
Maybe we could just go ahead and take this next year a little bit slower, though, ok? For mommy? Please?
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