Dearest Chloé,
My girl. January 31st, as of exactly 8:25, you are one.This past year has been the best and hardest of my life. Being your mama has stretched and challenged and grown me like I could’ve never imagined before having you. Every day has meant going beyond myself and my human capacities and being completely unselfish and sacrificing and patient. I’m not perfect, but I try my hardest to be the mama you need each day.
But then there’s you. Sweet and joyful and kind and with the best heart. You love to snuggle and be close but you are also fiercely independent at times. Together we create wonder and magic in the small things. Spinning in the rain and laughing together with our heads back and our mouths open as we catch the raindrops. Trying to catch dust motes as they dance in the sun. Watching “Peter” rabbit hop around the backyard from your bedroom window. You are silly and the hammiest of babes. Trying as hard as you can to get your daddy and I to laugh with your faces. You love your stuffed animals, especially your Hedwig and your Pooh. You have so much personality for such a tiny human and I love seeing it come alive.
You are perfect, my Chloé Marie. I’m so thankful for the last year with you, and though I wish time would slow down and stop racing faster, I’m looking forward to all the years ahead, and to watching you grow and bloom and become even more you. I love being your mama. You are my heart outside my body, little Bug. Happiest birthday my girl.
Love,
Mama
Chloé loves Winnie the Pooh, so we threw her a Pooh themed picnic party in our backyard on a 75 degree January Saturday. She was ecstatic upon coming outside and seeing all the characters in the grass.
