Oh my sweet Henny Bear, you are one year old today!
I must say you’ve turned out to be one of the coolest little people I know. This first year of your life you pretty much smashed through every single milestone like the tiny Godzilla you often pretend to be when knocking over your big brother’s lego creations. You started walking well before your older siblings, which I am still constantly in awe of because it still seems like yesterday that you were born. Time always goes by way too fast. I think you probably believe that too because you sure are in a hurry to get everywhere you can, to do what you want, when you want to do it. Your favorite thing to do is explore. One of my favorite things to do is to try and find you before you destroy something. Tonight I found you shuddered inside a kitchen cabinet digging out pots and pans. The funny thing is I’m going to miss when you’re too big to fit inside of them.
In your short one year of life you have lived in three different places, had numerous caretakers, and have endured the rollercoaster that makes up our crazy life. I know you probably think that the Great Sorting Hat in the Sky placed you in the strangest house outside of Slitherin. But I wouldn’t choose anyone else to join our weird little family but you. You’re the perfect addition to our lives. You enrich it in ways that only God could design. You are a constant reminder of faith and love. I am thankful each and every day that I get to be your mom.
I can’t hardly believe that it has been a year since we met you. There are tears of joy in my eyes when I think about hearing your first cry, being told “it’s a boy!”, and seeing your beautiful squishy face with those fat luscious lips that I couldn’t wait to kiss. Holding you for the first time must be like what heaven probably feels like. And let’s be honest, holding you today must be a close second to that. You have changed us for good in ways we never expected. I see new things in your daddy, brother, and sister because of who they are to you.
You will always be my baby. Literally. You are the last Ritz in our party of five. I have dreams and prayers for you, and I am excited to watch you and your brother and sister grow up. I hope that your relationship with them and your daddy and me remains close and nurtured. We want you to feel supported and loved in everything that you do and wherever that you go. I am excited for the adventures for us that have yet to come, and that you will always know where to call home.