You turned a year old yesterday.
It's so bittersweet.
I want you to stay little.
It's hard to imagine that anything could be better than this first year.
So I don't want to give it up.
But I also know that each day has gotten sweeter with you.
I have fallen more in love.
I have loved watching you thrive.
Developing and growing.
So I look forward to the next year. Knowing in my head that this year will be just as amazing if not better. But having to convince my heart, as it longs to stay in this first precious, perfect year.