Happy Birthday! This past year (also known as "your infancy") has flown by in the blink of an eye. It seems impossible that it's been a year since my marathon labor and your birth. The first year of your life has been as quick and easy as your entrance to the world was slow and challenging. You are what I believe is oft referred to as an "easy baby". Or some might say "good" baby, but I argue that all babies are good babies.
At one year old, you are an easy going, laid back, social butterfly who dazzles everyone who meets you with your smile and sparkling eyes. Your favorite things to play with are balls, a toy microphone, puzzle pieces your sister is looking for, and my hair. Your favorite foods are yogurt, pizza, and apple slices, though you still nurse more than you eat. You are a walking, climbing, dancing machine, and for all intents and purposes, a "toddler" but as every mother who ever existed has said, you will always be my baby.
You adore your sister and delight in keeping up with her, dancing along while she sings or plays an instrument, and getting into whatever she's trying to keep away from you. She returns your affections and not a day goes by that she doesn't hug you, kiss you, and tell you that she loves you. Of course, every now and again, she knocks you over in frustration, but she always follows it up with a heartfelt apology.
Lucky for me, you are a very snuggly baby and still love to observe the world snuggled up to my back in a wrap or carrier. Your vocabulary is limited to a few choice words like Dada, Mama, and Yum, but that doesn't stop you from using your voice loudly and proudly. You love to babble on a play phone and hum and shout into the microphone. You are what your father and I affectionately refer to as "fancy," always presenting yourself with flair and a flick of wrist and an implied "TA-DA!"
As much as I wish that you would stay a baby, I look forward to seeing you continue to grow and change into the unique and beautiful individual that you are destined to be. Just one fleeting year into this journey, I can't imagine our family without you in it. Mothering you is a joy and an honor; my world is brighter and my heart more full with you in it.
Happy Birthday, Bubba.