Today is your first birthday–but really your dada and I have been reflecting on this trip round the sun since yesterday, since that’s when your labor began 365 days ago. Your being has transformed me as a person, and although it has pushed me at points, left me isolated, broken and run down, you have also made me into a new person. A better person. Someone who lives in the moment, thinking beyond myself. I love you so much. I love your snort and smiles. I love that you don’t always mile, you are selective about it. I love your snuggles and cuddles and climbs. I love your curiosity, your observance. You are my greatest blessing and wish manifest.
Happy birthday my angel.