It’s Tuesday evening, Henry, and we just put you down to sleep for the very last night until you turn one. I’ve been saying it all this time when people ask how old you are, “He was born in April…He’ll be one next month…He’ll be one next week…He turns one tomorrow…” but now it’s suddenly real. I choked up a tiny bit saying goodnight to you tonight–not because I’m really sad that you’re having a birthday, but just because there is so much beauty that I attach to this past year with you, it’s hard to see it close. I know that your second year will be marvelous, too. It’s simply tricky for me to imagine anything topping your first.

I still beam with joy when people remark what a sweet boy you are. They don’t even have to know you, or to see you for more than a few minutes, to know it’s true. You just have something about you that makes me take a step back in awe and wonder. I know, you’re mine. And that helps 😉 But really, God gave us a tiny miracle in you. Don’t ever forget that we feel that way, ok?

For now, I’m off to work on more birthday party preparations and to eventually (shhh, don’t tell!) wrap a few presents for you to open tomorrow (and maybe a few more for the weekend;) I can’t wait to celebrate you with people we love this Saturday. An entire year of life with you in it has been the very best thing. So here we go, sweet baby. Two…

more than you’ll ever know,

mommy