first birthday

One year old, mouth full of cake.

A first birthday cake.

My Walter,

Our lives were forever changed by your birth on October 12th, 2012. You have named us Mama and Papa, names we wear with more pride than any medal. You are teaching us about love, a little more each day.

Your sweet personality and charming smiles delight all who meet you. You wave and clap your hands and crinkle up your face with joy. I love to hear you giggle and your babbling baby-chatter is so cheery. 

I have slept less this year than ever before in my life, and yet, every sleepless hour seems blessed (in hindsight) by your warm body snuggled next to mine. I miss you when you're asleep (even while I wish you would take longer naps). 

Sometimes I cry when I realize you won't be my tiny baby much longer. I want to keep you close, but it's so exciting to watch you with your new-found independence. I want you to grow, to learn to walk and run and talk. I want you to tell me everything you are thinking.

My heart has grown ten sizes since I met you. I cannot imagine a day without you in it. 

I thank God for you every morning and night.

I love you more than I could ever say.

Happy birthday, little love,

Mama