Dear Libby,
I can hardly believe it, but you are one year old now! Your birthday was on Friday the 13th. You ate two big slices of cake, and LOVED it. You got Violet (a stuffed dog) for your present from us.
Your one year photo shoot was on Saturday morning. It didn't go so well. You wouldn't sit still, at all, for pictures with Liam. You sat for some pictures by yourself, but you kept sticking your tongue out much of the time. You freaked out when I brought out the smash cake. You loved cake on Friday night, but were NOT a fan on Saturday morning! You wanted nothing to do with that cake. You wouldn't touch it at all. You cried and cried. I nursed you, and then brought you back out to try again, but you wouldn't even let me put you down. I finally put you down for a nap.. and it ended up being a FIVE hour nap. What in the world?! You've never napped that long in your life! Poor girl! Since it really only ended up being like half of a photo shoot, the photographer didn't charge me full price. Hopefully we'll get at least a few good pictures of your sweet, beautiful little face.
I'm taken back, in my mind, to your birth so often. You came into the world quickly. I went from 3 cm to a baby in my arms in 2 hours and 18 minutes. After you were born, the doctor said that the birth had been fast and furious. Man, was she right. When you want to do something, there's no stopping you!
I love watching you grow. You amaze me every day, sweet girl. I know you're going to start walking very soon. I'm so excited to see it! I can't wait to spend this holiday season with you. Amazingly, you haven't touched the Christmas tree at all, but you do seem to like to look at the lights. I can't wait to see you open presents, and to see you get your first doll.
I love you so much. You'll always be my baby.
Love,
Mommy
