One Year

Precisely one year ago.

You didn't have a name. You were 21.5 inches long. You weighed 8 pounds. You were sweet and tiny and had a smell that was unlike any other smell I'd ever smelled before. You had big curious eyes which so easily became sleepy eyes. You wanted to nurse and be held.

You have more names than a baby needs. You are 32 inches long. You weigh 25 pounds. You are sweet and big and have a smell that is unlike any other smell, even when your diaper is fine. You have big curious eyes, and hands, and knees for crawling, though you try to walk with one leg and drag the other beneath you for balance. You like to giggle, high five, wave hello and bye bye. You like to nurse, even when you're not being held. Even when it means crawling over and latching on yourself, but you still like to be held.

I love you.