Two days ago was your first birthday. 12 beautiful months.
There is so much in my head and in my heart that I want to write, but somehow I’m struggling to express just how amazed, thankful and blessed I feel as I look back on the last year with you.
You made my deepest hopes, my wildest dreams come true. You made me a maman.
You are wonderful. Full of life. Full of spunk. You have the best smile, the sweetest laugh, and the silliest sense of humour. You chatter all day long in your adorable babble-language and tell us exactly what you want with the handful of signs you’ve mastered.
If we ask you to point out Lexi or your “ballon” or your “bebe”, you know exactly what we’re talking about. You can stand on your own, no hands, but only on your terms. You like to walk with assistance, but have not ventured out by yourself just yet.
You still love playing fetch with Lexi. The two of you are great friends, and I can leave a room for a quick second knowing that you’ll be just fine together. You love swimming in Grandmaman and Grandpapa’s big pool and you especially love it when Grandpapa sneaks you a taste of ice cream.
You love knocking over the giant towers we build for you., and when the music comes on, you quickly make your way to the iPod player, grab onto the kitchen shelf and dance your little heart out.
You are a little monkey baby, and you are forever climbing on us, on the furniture, on anything you can get your hands on. You crawl at the speed of light and love to roam around the entire house, all three floors included, at your leisure.
You are a treasure, and we delight in all the little adorable things you do. Your smile alone is enough to send us into a clapping, cooing, picture-snapping frenzy. We are crazy about you.
We celebrated your first year of life by throwing you a garden pool party with all your little friends. Grandmaman and Grandpapa came too, along with your oncle Seb (who is so, so in love with his little Neve!) who manned to bubble blowing station and added a little extra touch of whimsy to your party. You ate your cupcake and unwrapped your gifts like a big girl. We looked back at all of your monthly photos and were blown away by how much you’ve changed!
You’ve grown up so quickly, but you’re still our baby girl. You still fit in our arms so perfectly, and when you rest your tired little head on our shoulder or give us a kiss, your papa and I just about melt into a puddle of love.
We are so blessed by your life, sweet girl, and we can’t wait to watch you grow up a little more each day.
Bonne fete, ma belle.