My darling son,
Today, you are one year old. You woke at half past four to stroke my face and burble at me, as if you knew what a special day it was. My life began, properly, a year ago today, when I learned how truly deep love can be.
Your ability to appreciate every single thing, from a tiny crumb on the ground to the cat who slopes around our back garden every morning at the same time amazes and inspires me. Because of you, I stop and appreciate life, every day.
You have made me fall so in love with your father for so many more reasons than I could count. When I watch the two of you together on the couch, just relishing in each other’s company, I am home, and my heart is full.
Every day you learn some new trick that astounds me. This week, with the ease of someone far older than you, you pulled yourself up to standing and then looked around, as if waiting for applause.
Your toothy grin lights up a room, and somehow you manage to coax a smile out of even the grumpiest of people. That, my dear, is called charm – you have it in spades.
You’ve only been around a year and you’ve changed my life so very much. Thank you for choosing me to be your mother, it is the greatest gift I could ever receive, and one I will never stop thanking you for.
I love you, my darling son. Happy Birthday. x