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You guys, I am not a crier but this entire week I have been tearing up whenever I think of my baby turning one. It’s so crazy to think how fast this year went by and how I went from caring for a tiny newborn to now chasing after a one-year-old. This kid I tell you. The personality on him. He has a knack for making everyone feel happy around him. He is not happy until he gets your attention and a smile from you. He is goofy, loves to laugh, has the most infectious smile, gives really tight hugs and kisses on the cheek. He is walking, talking, has 7 teeth, and his favorite food is pizza. Mark and I sing to him “pizza man” and he does a little dance while wiggling the pizza in his hand. I was able to make it to my goal of nursing till a year. Man, that is a full-time job right there but it was totally worth it.
He is serious in situations that he doesn’t know about. Is starting to cry a little bit when things don’t go his way (toddler time here I come)….He loves the playground at school and crawling through tunnels. He looks like such a little man when I dress him in jeans and a polo. My baby is really growing up. He really has the most infectious personality and draws you in. I love being his momma and I tear up thinking about getting to watch this beautiful human grow up. Life is so different now but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I thought I was busy before but add taking care of a baby while being sleep deprived on top of it. Basically, I feel like a superhuman every day.
I wished and prayed for a baby so much. I know that God has given me my perfect baby and I am so honored to be his momma. Happy Birthday, Patrick!