We are nearly into the second year of your existence. To say it has been a whirlwind would be clichéd and still somehow understated. When I wrote to you before your birth, I told you that the first thing I hoped you would feel is loved. That I wanted you to feel it in your fingers and toes, pumping straight from your heart. I have many doubts and want for ‘Mulligans’, but of this I have no doubt. Of this I am certain.
You are loved beyond any love I could have ever fathomed and I can see on your beautiful face that you feel it.
Watching you grow has been the greatest gift I could ever ask for. It is a gift even when it is at its most difficult moments. I would not trade the hardest days with you for even a minute of ‘reprieve’. There is no me without you. When you were born, I was born.
You are smart. We saw that from day one. You are strong. We saw that from day one (you lifted your head within minutes of being born). You have a temper. We saw that from day one. You know exactly what you want and you learned to communicate those wants earlier than most. You are kind, loving, and empathetic beyond your two years. You are intuitive. You are drawn to people with good hearts and avoid those who are poison. You just know.
I am already so proud of you.
Thank you for every single day.
I love you forever and always,