Yesterday, you turned one year old.
I suppose I should’ve written this post yesterday, but Mommy was a little bit distracted with her friends being in town.
You see, baby, you won’t understand this until you’re a lot older, but this past year? Has probably been one of the hardest and longest years of my life. And that’s not your fault at all, that’s just life. But this was the week that I needed my friends around me to help me celebrate the fact that I survived this past year.
Lucky for you (and your sister), this means that you get a whole bunch of bonus honorary aunties who absolutely adore you.
Sometimes they even bring you Abby Cadabby dolls for your birthday.
A few months ago, someone (I won’t say who, it doesn’t really matter) unthinkingly told me that I shouldn’t have had you, because your birth happened right around the same time that your dad and I separated. That blew my mind.
Obviously, if I’d had a crystal ball and knew how things would play out, then no, I probably wouldn’t have wanted to get pregnant with you, because being a single parent to one kid is hard enough, let alone two. But now that you’re here? I cannot imagine our lives without you in it.
You are just pure light and joy and laughter and sunshine. You probably helped me through this past year more than anything else. You showed me that I can handle pretty much anything.
One year old seems pretty young, but in so many ways, you’re already becoming a big girl. For one thing, you can communicate like crazy. You point at whatever you want and say, “Dat?”
When I get you from your crib in the morning, you point at the door and say, “Ba?” I know that means you want to go downstairs and have a bottle.
You call your sister, “Tay-tee.” She loves that. She loves YOU, even though she’s already getting cranky about having to share her toys with you.
You know your grandfather is Pop-Pop (although you say it more like Bop-Bop). You call your Mimi, “Meemuh.” You even know the cat’s name – every morning, you say, “Hi, Buh-muh” to Beaumont.
You sometimes call me Mama, but it’s rare. It’s ok, though, because I know when you want me.
Right now, Pop-Pop is your favorite person in the world. When I take you to their house, you lunge out of my arms toward him. He spoils you rotten, he carries you around all the time; he knows you’ll fuss if he sets you down, so he just doesn’t. He lets you nap on him and insists he can’t possibly put you down in the Pack & Play to sleep.
You cry when he carries you out to my car because you know that means it’s time to leave Mimi and Pop-Pop’s house.
You’re sooooo close to walking, but you can get where you need to go by crawling at top speed for now. I’m reasonably certain you’re going to figure it out sometime in the next month.
You are just so delightful. I cannot believe in the past year, you’ve gone from being this wide-eyed tiny newborn…
…to this sweet baby girl with a million miles of personality.
We love you so much, my sweet Lucy-girl, Lulubelle, Little Lulu. Happy first birthday.