Month Twelve

Dear Abe,

Happy Birthday! I can't believe it has been one year. Just look how tiny you were! Mama was in a sleep deprived haze in that photo.



You are walking and talking and eating with a spoon. Okay, you TRY to eat with a spoon. But, all of that in one years time! I cannot take any credit though, because you a smart boy, and you have picked up most of those things by yourself.

While I cannot speak for you, this year has been truly amazing for me. Of course I knew my "life would change" (blah, blah, blah), but I didn't realize that it changed in every way. I am now a parent. A parent. I am starting to act like a parent, too, and it is a little weird. I wipe your dirty face with some spit and my hand. I carry baby wipes in my purse. I enjoy watching the Wiggles. (Yes, I really do).

Before you were born, I was nervous about becoming a parent. I was afraid that all of my fun days were over and I would never fit into my jeans again. Well, I really think all of my fun days are still to come (and, I DO fit into my jeans. HA!) I never thought I could enjoy a tiny person that can only say "Dog-dog", "Mamamama," and "Dadada," so much. I love spending every minute with you (okay, maybe it is okay for me to have a break every once in awhile.) You are so smart and so funny and do something amazing every day.

I am so glad I am your Mama. And, I will hold you until you fall asleep even when you are 6 feet tall.



Happy Birthday my angel face.
Love,
Mama