One year ago I was 9 months pregnant, and so miserable, but so excited. I couldn't sleep, I just kept thinking of meeting you. I wanted to know what you would look like, what we would name you, how big you would be, and mostly just to hold you. Your birth day was long, a bit boring for a while, but then you came (fast!) and changed our lives forever. I can't imagine life without your sweet smiles, hugs, and even tantrums.
Your name means "loved" and everyone loves you. Grocery shopping takes forever because people stop and talk to you. I don't mind. I love hearing people say how cute you (and your sister too!) are.
I think the thing I have said most this year is, "I don't want her to get any bigger, I want her to stay little!" It's true, I love babies. But as you grow, you get even better, and you'll always be my baby.
So grow up little baby, and know that your mommy loves you the most.
