It’s early Monday morning (or late Sunday night;), and all I can think about is how my little babe turns one in just a blink. It was only
363 364 (leap year) days ago on an early Monday morning that we were all working hard to welcome a baby–our baby, into the world. We didn’t know if we’d be parents to a boy or a girl, but the moment he arrived we knew for certain he was Henry. A little life began, and ours changed forever. Still, quite nearly a year later, I am taken with the journey.
Henry David, I want you to know that as your first birthday rounds the corner, you are being celebrated in a BIG way (and not just because your mama loves to throw a party…although I do!) There’s all kinds of pomp and circumstance in little and big things headed your way, and I hope that you’ll feel all kinds of loved and adored on this, your birthday week (of course, I hope you always do). We’re in the home stretch now, buddy. I’m counting down until the clock strikes Wednesday, April 25, and then we’re going to shout from the rooftops just how amazing we think you are and how vastly you’ve changed our lives in just a year’s time. Heck, I’d shout it from the rooftops any old day of the week, but on Wednesday, I have the. most. perfect. excuse. You, sweet boy, are going to be ONE!
So here’s the start of the formal countdown to your big day and all of the celebrating that will ensue. THREE…
oh how i love you, love you, love you,