This letter is a little late. We were in New York last week, so I chose to soak in the experience instead of fretting about the tardiness of this letter.
Tomorrow is your one year birthday(!). I’m so overjoyed, so proud to be your mama, so excited to celebrate this momentous and incredible year. I’ll have another final weekly letter for you soon. But in the meantime, Congratulations on almost making it around the sun. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. As I write this I remember where I was one year ago today: blogging in the living room, I was having contractions but didn’t want to recognize them. Your father was urging me to go to bed and putting our hospital bags by the door (he’s a smart one, your papa). I was so ready and anxious to meet you. Little did I know how dramatically you would change our lives.
It looks like you singing softly on your own. like making friends with strangers everywhere you go with your toothy grin and bold, bright personality. It looks like squeals of laughter and serious dance moves. It looks like so much smart recognition on your face when we’re talking.
It looks like you dancing in the lobby of your first broadway show. Charming the staff and stealing our hearts. It looks like adventuring out alone in central park without looking back. It looks like pinching hard when you’re frustrated and shaking your head no when we don’t quite pick up what you’re trying to put down.
You’re always up for adventure. You cross the room and open your arms wide to hug me. You snuggle. You feign shyness upon meeting strangers but quickly recover.
51 weeks looks like longer sleep-filled nights. whole milk. eating bread for the first time. lasagna. octopus.
It looks like teething and a tireless curiosity to hold, discover, conquer.
You’re amazing, sweet Beatrice. Happy Almost Birthday.
You are so very loved, my Beanshine, always,