And yet here we are celebrating your first birthday. How can this be?
It is still hard for me to believe that I have my baby girl. How can this precious angel belong to me? What did I ever do in my life to deserve such a gift?
I had dreamt of you for so long that even after the ultrasound confirmed that you were a girl I couldn't believe it. It all seemed too good to be true. Grandma even bought you your first little, pink outfit to help me believe what she knew all along. I hung that outfit up and stared at it everyday. I pictured how you would look in the pale pink shorts and the soft cream top. I wished it was a few sizes smaller than the 12 months Grandma bought so that you could wear it right away. But those 12 months went faster than I could have imagined, and now here you are. You are wearing that very same outfit looking more beautiful in it than I could have ever dreamed.
You are more than I thought was possible. You are sweeter, and funnier, and smarter, and more beautiful than my dreams would allow. You are absolutely magical.
Please, sweetheart, don't grow up too fast. Let me savour this. It is too good to let go by so quickly. Let me hold you a while longer. Let me snuggle you to sleep. Keep giving me those wonderful hugs and kisses. Keep jabbering your silly talk. Make those sassy faces all you want it just makes me want to smooch you more. Slow down, honey. You don't need to grow so quickly. This past year has gone way too fast.
I am so proud of you. I love you with all of my heart.
Forever my baby. Forever my girl.
Forever your mama.