Dear Anthony

I can't believe you're one.  I can't believe that it's been a year since I saw you for the first time, and you wrapped your tiny fingers around mine.  I can't believe how much you've changed.

We used to call you Smoosher, did you know that?  You were so tiny and squishy as a newborn.  Smoosher  morphed into Nukka, and suddenly you were holding up your own head and sitting up and scooting across the carpet.  You were Little Bug by the time you were crawling on your knees, and now that you're walking you're Bubba.  But you've always been Anthony, you'll always be my Anthony.

I love you so much, little one.  There aren't words that express that properly.  You're funny and silly and wonderful.  You have a temper and a sense of humor and love attention.  You're independent and stubborn and the sweetest boy of them all.  You're perfect, absolutely perfect.

You've taught me the depths of unconditional love, you've taught me patience, you've taught me that I can survive.

I think my favorite part of you right now is your catch phrase.  "What's that?"  It's the first thing you say when you wake up, it's what you say when you want to nurse, it's what you say when you see anything.  It makes me smile, it makes me laugh.  Sometimes when you get excited it comes out "Whatsthatwhatsthatwhatsthat?" When you're upset it's "Whaaaaat isssss thaaaaatttt?" Drawn out, miserable.  I love it.  It cracks me out.

We've also mastered the art of Pat-a-cake, joint pat-a-cake.  He's one arm, I'm the other.  It's brilliant, it's fun, and it's fantastic, like you, little one.  I can't wait to see the things you learn.  I can't wait to see who you become.  Every minute with you is a blessing, ever second is love.

Love you, sweet boy.  Happy birthday!

Photo credit: Being Mrs. E

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