Today was a mix of happy-sad for me. M is one. Wow! It's gone too fast. A year ago, within 40 minutes of her arrival, I said to Ben, "She is going to be such a good baby!" Wow! Was I right!!! Rock Star Baby, Folks! The unknown: walk at 8 months, run at 9. Did not see that coming! Whew! I'm exhausted at bedtime EVERY night, but wouldn't have it any other way!
I'm pretty sure M's favorite part was her cake. She was so excited when we sat it in front of her... she squealed and oooo'd and ahh'd! So funny! She took her own jolly time, savoring each bite while everyone else partied on!
A more serious side.
G made some snow scenes to make our "winter" party complete.
M, you have filled our days with joy and laughter. Your never ending energy keeps us running. Your expressions tell all. Your giggles are silly and infective. Your determination does not waiver. How are you so sweet and mischievous all wrapped in one small package??? We all love you like only G can say, "I love you 'til the world ends and back again. Plus any extras I can have."