Well Charlotte, tomorrow you will be one year old. Things are so different than they were last year, when we didn't know you yet. Now you've lived almost 365 days of vibrant, spunky life and you have made our family complete. (says Daddy - we will see...)
When I complain about the things I don't have time to do - write my book, take more dance classes, get more involved in church - I look at your big blue eyes and think about how really, there isn't enough time for just one thing....taking in every last moment of your babyhood.
I love your little coos and sighs, your chubby little baby fingers and the smell of your baby shampoo. I never want to forget the silent house at 4am when you wake up and after you finish your bottle you lean your head on my chest and let me cuddle you - but only just long enough to be sure of me before you're off again.
It makes me smile how much you adore your big brother - crawling behind him as fast as you can go, and how he loves you right back and gives you sweet kisses all the time without being asked. I love watching the two of you playing together, and know you will be best friends someday, after all the toys have been outgrown and you don't have to share a room anymore. Or a house, or even a city or state.
I am surprised that you are fearless. Where Sam was cautious, you are exhilarated; where he struggled, you are vibrantly healthy; while we got to cherish his babyhood a bit longer because he was so early and small, you are just growing by leaps and bounds and we can't keep up.
I cherish the way you laugh, and give me big smiles with only six teeth. Middle two on the bottom, and four up top - they came in completely out of order and completely cute.
You're headstrong but loving, curious and joyful. I prayed for a little girl, and God heard my prayer. You're the perfect fit. We love you, Charlie.
Now stop growing up.
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