My dear, sweet cuddlebug,
It’s your very first Christmas! You’re not sure what the whole deal is right now, but someday you will. In the meantime, you love the baubles and lights, but most of all, you like tearing apart the wrapping paper, because next to dairy, paper is your favorite food group.
You may not yet understand what is going on, but you already embody my favorite parts of Christmas.
You’re bright – brilliant, even. You started walking before you were even 9 months old, child. You’re honestly too smart for your own good, and you’ve figured out that if you can’t get past the baby gate to get to the stairs, you can climb up the side of them. It’s terrifying, these things you do. You’ve also figured out how to open the sliding shower door. And you wonder why we corral you downstairs. However much you keep us on our toes, you never fail to show us how very smart you are and how very much you’re capable of.
You’re so giving, sharing love and a smile with anyone and everyone who crosses your path. You share your toys, too, leaving me little surprises in my shoes, on the kitchen counter, on my desk. These little gifts are just so sweet and let me know how wonderful and generous of a little person you are.
You’re so loving! Nothing is as satisfying as a hug and a snuggle from you. No matter what is going on, your sweet baby hugs make everything right with the world, because you’re the sweetest, friendliest little man a mommy could hope. Even the people we encounter in passing see it – we can’t get out of a store without you making a new friend. Or 5.
You are everything that I love about Christmas, little bird. You are spirit, light, love and generosity, all in one adorable, albeit squirmy, package. Last Christmas, all I wanted was for you to be healthy and happy, and I’ve gotten all that and so much more than I ever could have hoped for. You give me Christmas every day with your joyful squeals, your big, wet baby kisses and your perfect Jack-o-Lantern smile, and I’m so very proud to be your mommy.