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Your Personal Pastry

T, you made it through your first birthday party!

We had a lazy morning getting ready for the party, playing together, and watching TV.

Pop and Grams, Aunt Jenny, Baily, Hannah, and Coco all got to come and celebrate.

You were full of grins and smiles – just like every other day.

We got you an obligatory “smash cake” and everyone else got a cupcake.

You simply picked a few bits of icing off the side of your personal pastry – and wondered why you didn’t have a cupcake like everyone else.

You smashed the cupcake we gave you and mom gave you a bath when you had your fill.

We all sang happy birthday to you – and a grain of sand dropped that made the moment bittersweet.

We all went to Rosa’s for dinner afterward and said our goodbyes in the parking lot as the temperature began to drop.

I love you.

-Dad

Under One

I love Friday’s.

As it turns out though – this is my last Friday night with a child under the age of one!

I am trying not to have a meltdown…

It breaks my heart that the last year has gone by so fast!

T, I just adore you.

Your perfect chubby arms. Your toothy little smile. How you kick and spur your feet when you are excited. The way your face lights up around your sisters. The way you have started pointing and squawking when you want something. And how you clap and sing with us when we all start acting crazy.

I think my favorite is when you fall asleep with your head on my shoulder.

Your birthday party is tomorrow – but your official birthday is not for three more days.

You have long been asleep tonight.

But I wanted to mark this day.

I love you.

-Dad

My Feelers

H, you touched my feelers tonight.

I don’t know if it was my disposition, the week I had, or somewhere in between.

Anyway. It was late. Everyone was getting ready for bed.

And I had plopped down in the living room recliner and was zoned out staring at my phone.

You walked past me headed toward your room.

When you came up behind me though you slowed down. You put one hand on the back of my neck, and kissed me on the top of my head.

I was stunned (for some reason?) and started to tear up!

Gosh, what is wrong with me…

Thank you for loving me.

I love you doosie.

-Dad