My sweet, mild tempered, happy baby--you are the light of my life. You bring me joy every day. As cliche as the phrase has become, I feel so blessed to be your mama.
I especially love the way you bounce or "dance" whenever you hear music. Or the way your face lights up whenever you see daddy, grandma, or the dog (even though I tried to make you love cats). I love squeezing your cute little baby-thighs when I am getting you dressed, and the way you lay your head on my shoulder when you're tired. I love that you do "pat-a-cake," and that you will try to quickly shove an entire fist full of food (any kind of food--even dog food) in your mouth before I can take it away from you. I think my heart grew 1,653,895,024 sizes the day you were born, and it's growing more every day.
I love you,
Mama
