Today you turn one, slipping moment by moment into toddler-hood. I'd like to think that I savored every last minute of your babiness--those tiny fingers curling and uncurling, the roundness of your baby face, the naked need of a shrill infant cry, the heavy weight of your weary body as your head nestled into my shoulder. Truth is, there wasn't time enough to savor it all. But isn't that about my growth, and not yours?
Happy birthday, sweetheart. The world grows more wonderful for you with each passing day, and I rejoice in your discoveries, because my world is more wonderful for having you in it.
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Is it possible? Already?
Happy birthday, K!
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