My Baby is One

Dear Dylan,

One year ago your daddy and I were watching the Steelers play football and you kicked me really hard, as if to say, "Look out Mommy! Look out world, here I come!" Just three hours later, I was holding you in my arms, and I knew my life would never be the same. It was the most exciting day of my life, and my heart was overflowing with love for you.

You've been through a lot your first year of life - colic, ezcema, daily stretches, physical therapy, specialists, x-rays, doctor visits, and a helmet, and you have taken it all in stride. Those first four months that you had colic were rough, Dylan, but I knew there was a happy boy in there somewhere just waiting to get out, and you have! You are such a pleasant, happy kid, who loves to laugh, and who does so passionately! I love to make you smile, and hear your infectious laugh, and I love watching you make all your discoveries and reach each amazing milestone.

My life certainly has changed since you came along, but I love it! I love that every morning when I come in to get you out of your crib, you are smiling, and excited to see me. I love how excited you are to go anywhere, when you don't even know where we are going! I love hearing you babble in the backseat and see you smile at yourself in the mirror while I'm driving. I love watching the affect you have on the men in your life - your daddy, both your grandpas, and even your great grandpa. They all light up when you are in the room. I love taking you new places, and introducing you to new things. I love your little shoes lined up by the door. I love your little coat hanging next to ours. I love your tiny toothbrush (for your 6 teeth!), that sits amidst our giant ones. I even love the toys that have taken over the house. I love being a mom. More specifically, I love being YOUR mom. Even more specifically, I love YOU! More than I can possibly say with words.

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy.
Love,
Mommy