Happy birthday, Sofia Elisabeth. You are a year old now, and it has been the happiest year of my life. We've been through a lot together, you and me. From a wobbly neck to Weeboks, first smiles to first solids, teething to toddling, I have learned more from your year here on Earth than I can even begin to describe.
We've traveled all over the place -- Chicago, New York, Puebla, Taxco, Queretaro, Mexico City. You love to be on-the-go, and as long as there is someone to flirt with you're happy as a clam.
Your friends include Maya here in Metepec, Olivia in NY, Caroline in Queretaro, and Anderson in St. Louis. Aunt Liz just had Elliott, and Aunt Donna just had Jackson and Allison, so you'll be meeting them shortly. We are hoping you don't bite them.
You took your first couple of steps on August 17 (Daddy's birthday!), and now you can get halfway across the room before you plop down on your pamper.
You say "Mom" sometimes, usually when you're angry, and you currently have a boyfriend named Bruce. We can't figure out who he is, but you talk about him often.
As if having a beau isn't teenager enough, you are also quite obsessed with the phone. You put it right to your ear and say "hola?" over and over again.
You love daycare. Seriously! I'm not just trying to make myself feel okay about you being there three days a week.
You are a social butterfly. When we are driving, you like to shout to random people out the window. Everyone smiles -- even surly taxi drivers.
Your laugh melts my heart.
Your cry breaks it.
We have gotten through a year without Mom causing any permanent damage. You fell off the bed once, but that's a rite of passage.
Your room is decorated with a quilt from Aunt Nancy, a teddy bear from Uncle Brian, and a blanket from Abuela. You finally sleep in a crib, but only for half the night. That's okay -- we like having you with us when we wake up in the morning.
You are beautiful, vibrant, intelligent and curious. Perfection.
My only wish, my daughter, is that Papa Skip and Grandma Youngerman could be here to meet you. That said, I have no doubt that they helped get you here safely, and for that I thank God every day.
Next steps: baptism, open-toed shoes and escargot.
I love you so much, Sof. More than I ever knew possible.
Happy, happy birthday.
Love,
Mom
1 comment:
very nice brook...she'll like reading that someday!
Post a Comment