Friday, July 8, 2011
Happy 1st Birthday, Louisey!
Happy Birthday, my big one year old girl.
... amazingly stubborn and opinionated.
... funny, and you make jokes all the time, like putting a washcloth on your head.
... a phenomenal sleeper.
... a little piggie. You totally eat more than your sister.
... unbelievably sweet and cuddly.
... brave beyond all baby measure.
... rough and tumble and a little bit wild.
You like to...
... wave to everyone and say Hi!
... tell everybody Bye, except you sound like a Southern Lady and say, "Bah!"
... watch Yo Gabba Gabba!
... take baths and splash and go crazy.
... roll around in the unfolded laundry.
... play with the big kids at the spray park.
... stand up, even in the shopping cart and stroller.
... crawl around at the library.
... stand on your head and see the world upside down.
... five big teeth.
... a special love for daddy and sissie.
... the world's biggest smile.
The very first time I saw you, I said to daddy, "She looks like Scouty! Except she has a bigger mouth."
You're still very discriminating and won't allow just anybody to hold you, or even talk to you. It's distressing that mommy and daddy can't leave you with anybody without causing a total meltdown... but it's kind of cute that you love us so much, we're the only things that can make you happy.
We call you everything but your name. I'm sorry for that. You are Cheesy, The Cheeseman, Cheesemeister, The Meister, Lulu and sometimes Louisey. We can't help it. You're just such a big, fat, loveable party baby. Ever since Scouty first called you Cheesy Louisey and daddy cringed, we haven't been able to stop. You're insanely beautiful, with the world's most big and pretty eyes. You don't actually look like a "Cheeseman" at all, but it's stuck. Maybe by the time you're two, you'll be Louise?
You know the words: hi, bye, ball, banana, book, woof woof, mama, dada, baba, yo gabba gabba
You're still not walking, but that's okay. I understand that you like to take your own time in doing things.
Thinking about things a year ago, how we didn't know anything about you. We had Scouty, so we understood that you would be a baby, and what that means. I tried to imagine you, a little thing with brown eyes. I dreamed you, and you were perfect... and also, I didn't even come close to dreaming you how brilliant and bright and smart and funny and adorable and beautiful you really are.
You're one whole year old! My girl!
I'm so very glad you're mine forever.
I love you like the sun has fallen from the sky. I love you so that my lungs ache. I love you for all the things you'll choose to be and do. I love you, no matter what. That's the thing. Because of you, I love something, no matter what. No matter what else happens, I'm in love.
Thank you for being you.
Happy Birthday, my little one.