We are quickly approaching the one year mark. It already makes me sad but happy at the same time. I find myself looking back at the pictures of you when you were first born and those first couple of months because I don't want to forget all those little memories.
I am so proud of the sweet baby that you are. You smile at people when we go out, but tuck your head down and bury it into my shoulder when you are feeling shy as they try to talk to you. In my 25 years of life I have done a lot of things, but I can now confidently say that being your momma has been the most fulfilling and rewarding. I have achieved many things, but you are my greatest achievement.
People spend their lives trying to find their niche, looking for something they are "good" at. Your daddy for instance, is a very good firefighter. That's what he's put almost every ounce of his being into. Well, I too have found what I am good at... being your mom.
You will keep growing up (not too fast!), and I fear the day your teenage attitude takes over the sweet baby that I grew for 9 months, labored and delivered, breastfed until my I thought I my boobs would fall off, and lost countless hours of sleep for. But, after that time comes and goes, I hope that you will always look at me and think "yeah, that's my MOM. She's the best!"
Love Always,
Momma
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