A Year Is My Life...

July 28th, 2005 11:03 PM 6 pounds 7 ounces 19 inches long

So today is my birthday! Thought I'd share what my mom wrote to me...she's so mushy sometimes.

Dear Ian,

You are one year old today...it happened so quickly. I can't believe that this time last year we were anxiously awaiting your arrival with no idea just how much you were going to change our lives. And change our lives you have. From our first glimpse of you we knew we would love you more than we could imagine.

I'm not exactly certain how we filled our time before you, but I know now that we must have slept more than we probably needed! We didn't do a lot of sleeping the first month...in fact your first month was harder than anything I've ever done. There was so much to learn, so many opinions to sort through, and all the time this precious little man who needed us for everything. We survived those first tough weeks of nighttime feedings, rocking, and working with the cast you had to wear. You didn't really want to eat and you were too little to understand why they had to put the huge cast on you once a week, but we made it through.

You quickly began to develop your easy going, want to be around people all the time demeanor. As long as you could see people on our many walks to Starbucks you were okay...unless of course I went beyond your coffeehouse tolerance time...when you would instantly let me and every other latte toting consumer know you were unhappy. Yoga, walks, and time with your friends' moms became our mainstay for the first few months of your life.

The last year has been so full of firsts, if I listed them all I'm certain I'd bore you (unless, like your Auntie Sarah you aren't even reading this but just looking at the pictures). There are so many things I already miss about you but they are equally balanced with the many new abilities you gain by the moment now. I'll treasure those hours spent just holding you in the red chair. You would sleep so quietly, so peacefully and I would just watch your tiny little parts in awe of how complete they all were.

I hope that I can be the mom you are proud of and a mom that you will always want to spend time with (minus those silly teen years of course). For now I take great comfort in knowing that you think I am the perfect mom. I hope you keep that perspective for a very very long time.

Happy Birthday my little man.

Love,

Mom