My little girl turned one on October 22. We celebrated mostly in the car on the way to my parents’, since the kids are staying there for a week while we are organising our move into the house, and it is symptomatic for the amount of stuff on our plates that I didn’t come around to writing about her birthday earlier. Sorry, Lilli.
one year ago, you came into this world smiling, with a shock of black hair, at 7am sharp. (All of which was a surprise). Since then, you have delighted every single soul around you. I know this sounds cheezy, but I find it amazing how you enchant complete strangers. We travelled to New York City together, the two of us, and without you, I wouldn’t have made it. People flocked to help, delighted at your sweetness. A simple trip to the supermarket never goes by without at least one person cooing over you. It is like you are oozing kindness like honey.
I have a lot to learn from you, and I am grateful for the lessons you readily share with me. I’m savouring every moment with you, amazed at how fast you learn and grateful for the many things you still have to discover. Your default mode is delight, and you make it spread like fire, making our home such a happy place.
Happy birthday, my girl. Thanks for unconditionally brightening our world.