Happy birthday Finn.
My little baby boy.
What a crazy year it's been.
A year ago I pushed you out of my body and out into the big big world. You were so tiny, so helpless. But you were mine. My own little one. And look at you now.
Starting to walk (with some help). Starting to talk (is that Klingon or Ewok?).
Eating everything within reach (and yet throwing it on the floor too).
When you were born you were oh so little and wow how you grew!
My love for you grew like a bubble inside me when I found out you were there and how it fills me up even now. It has changed, grown with you, smiled with you, cried with you.
My baby has become a toddler, and soon one year will become two.
I cannot wait to see the future you!
To see you walk on your own, hear you speak words.
Then the walking becomes running, words to sentences.
I loved you this past year, watching you go from a little wrinkly toothpick of a newborn to a smiley, chill three month old, then trying new food six month old, to chunky, toothy, giggly nine month old and now my beautiful bubbly wobbly one year old.
I don't feel like I have much more to say. I say it all to you while you're awake so trying to say more while you aren't here to listen is hard. But I write this to you in the hopes that one day you'll get to read it (and maybe cherish it).
I love being your mom, even in the hard moments. But those hard moments remind me that we're both human - you just barely begun with so much in store and me at 26 and still learning. I'm so happy to be your mom and you my dear baby (sorry, toddler).
Even when words fail me, I will always say this: I love you. Always.