Call me Mother of the Year.
My Darling Tula,
At this time last year, Daddy and I were waiting for Grammy to come and hang out with Peanut while we were at the hospital. Daddy had just taken Peanut out for pancakes, so he thought this was quite a good day already. Plus, there was the addition of cookies at preschool snack time. Best day ever.
We got to the hospital and, after a long wait, you came screaming into the world at 1:11 in the afternoon. Daddy held you first, and had to cradle you in one arm while he wiped away tears of joy. Then he handed you to me. I already loved you, and then I got to see the most beautiful little baby girl ever.
Peanut came to visit you after preschool and immediately wanted to hold his Tula. He's been the best big brother, and I know how much you love him and he loves you.
You've grown so much this year. You've gone from a tiny baby to nearly walking. Yesterday you stood up all by yourself! You're feeding yourself, trying to talk, and doing everything you can to explore this big world.
Tula, my wish for you this year is that your sense of amazement only grows with every new thing you do and discover. May you and Peanut still be the best of friends, and may you always know how much Daddy and I love you.
Happy First Birthday, beloved Tula.
Love,
Mommy
Call me Mother of the Year.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
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