You’re a year old now. You walk, you talk, you voice your opinion with great volume and enthusiasm. You feed yourself and if you had your way, you’d eat nothing but lima beans and fish every meal. You (finally) sleep through the night. You’re nothing like that tiny, little, wailing bundle they placed next to my cheek a year ago. I had no idea then what my life would look like now. It’s been so much more than I could have imagined, so much more than I deserve. You are my joy. You are my love. You are my daughter.
You made me a mom. You made us a family. You’ve made me a better person. I’m more patient, more understanding, less rigid, less selfish, more giving, less judgmental, more loving. I fall more in love with you every day and I fall more in love with your dad every day.
I’m sad to see this day come, to see you not be a baby anymore, but really, if I’m honest, I can’t wait to see what tomorrow holds. There are so many words that I could use to attempt to express what it’s been like to be your mom this past year, but it still wouldn’t be adequate. So I’m not going to try. There’s a Bible verse that has always resonated with me “But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.” (Luke 2:19) When I stop and think about this past year, I feel lots of things, lots of emotions, but mostly, I feel still, quiet, and blessed. Every day, even on my darkest days (and there were many of those) I was always thankful you are my daughter.
I love you. Daily, I’m grateful to God for giving you to us. I can’t believe you’re a year old now and I can’t wait to see what next year holds for us. You’re my baby.