I've been thinking for some time about this letter that will mark your first year of life. I've tried to consider ways I could refrain from being sappy, cliche and overly nostalgic. That was an epic fail. Just consider this a warning to stop reading now if you don't want to hear the thoughts of your super sentimental mommy.
Let's just start with the biggest cliche of all: where has time gone? It literally seems like yesterday that your daddy and I were on our way to be admitted to the hospital to start the induction process. It seems so strange now to think back to the things we were worried about. How would labor go? Would we know what to do with you once you were here? How would we survive little sleep? What was your personality going to be like? Thinking about these things now seems so simple and routine, like wondering how we'd get dressed each day.
While I can easily remember (fondly!) our pre-Graham sleep, it's so hard to think back to our pre-Graham lives. Although we didn't know it at the time, now it seems like there must have been a little part of us that was incomplete. Like a puzzle with the center piece missing or a football team without its safety. (Did I lure you back in with a sports reference?) Once you were in our lives, we wondered how it could have ever been any other way. Even signing cards "Leigh, Taylor and Graham" seems like the most natural thing to do.
Watching you evolve through each week of your first year has been such a fun process. I've tried hard to live in the present and to take in every little new babble, development or little quirk of yours. Just in the last two weeks alone, you've changed to be so much more interested in interacting. You now point at your books, play games such as "Biggie Boy How Big" and operate your toys when we show you how. Every time you do something new the pride I feel is enormous...it overpowers any feeling of pride I've felt for something I've accomplished on my own.
Your giggles (and resulting adorable dimples), sweet hugs and adorable expressions brighten our days and bring so much joy and laughter to our lives.
Happy birthday, Graham!
Love,
Mommy
PS...Over the last year I've written you 37 letters to chronicle your weekly or biweekly (or occasionally monthly!) progress. I'm going to change now to writing you monthly and updating the blog with posts in between to keep up with your various activities. Because as I started to do the math, if I continued on this rate, by the time you graduated high school you would have more than 650 letters from your mom. Which would be a little creepy. :)
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