I’m late on this letter because I didn’t know how to start it, or what to say. Even now, tears are stinging my eyes just thinking about you at one year old.
You are incredible. You’ve developed this great sense of humor, and you laugh when Dad and I are funny, or if you do something you think is funny. That’s right, you laugh at your own jokes.
You are very adept at telling us what you want – you point, reach and say ‘dat’. When I get you up in the morning, you always want to snuggle at least one stuffed animal. I’ve never seen a baby who loves her stuffed animals the way you do. Often, you need three or four in your arms, clutched to you. It’s sweet, and it melts my heart.
I’m so proud of what a good eater you’ve become! You LOVE chicken. In fact, you’ll eat pretty much any meat we put in front of you, if that’s what you’re in the mood for. Clementines are still you’re favorite fruit (Dad calls you his little cutie) and you love mangoes. Recently you decided you’d give bananas another shot, but only if you get to hold it.
And just like Dad, you love Italian food. (Just like me, you like your back rubbed and you love soft things.) You still sing and dance all the time – even the sound of whisking an egg is a good enough beat for you to dance to.
I wish I could write down all the sweet little things you do, just in case I forget them. Like the way you pull out your binky the second you see a bottle in the morning. Or the way you quack at ducks. How you pat my arm in the morning when I pick you up. Or when you’re shy and hide your face in my shoulder, then turn to give a little smile. You wave hi and bye bye (you say it, too), and you push our face away when you don’t want kisses.
Your sweet kisses! Lately they’ve become open mouthed, even for the dogs. You also gives hugs, now. I love it. Sometimes, especially lately, you just want Mom. It’s the best feeling in the world to see you reach for me, and lay your head down on my shoulder. It hurts in the best way, because I know you’ll grow up so fast.
You’re so curious. You want to understand how things work, what’s under here, what’s in that pocket. You like the hide things under blankets, pillows, the couch, anything. And then the surprise when you find it again!
In general, you love to be surprised. If you’re cranky in your high chair waiting for a meal, I will do the elevator trick behind the counter, then pop up. It never fails to make you smile and laugh.
But there are things you’re not so fond of…pants, for example. Having your diaper changed. When we don’t let you go face first down the stairs or off the couch. When I don’t let you play with the dog toys. Getting into your carseat (you seem fine once you’re buckled in). Having your face and hands wiped when you’re messy.
I could gush over every little thing you do. You are incredibly, and we are overwhelmed by how lucky we are to be your parents.