Today you are one year old. Even typing those words gives me the goosebumps. 12 months have passed since you entered our world, 365 days. A long time, but a very short time.
Today before putting you down for a nap, you gave me a huge hug. You only just started giving hugs the other day. You’ve been giving kisses for a while, not to everyone, but the people who you grant with a kiss are surprised by the noises and general wetness that comes with your kiss. They are delicious. You have not given me a kiss festival in a while, but I’ll settle for one of your hugs any day.
You have moved past crawling, and are well into walking now. I love the noise your feet make on the floor as you toddle around. You keep your hands up for balance and are still a little clumsy, but your walking improves every day. I am always surprised when you walk into a room. You are so tiny, I had expected you to be taller when you started walking. I was wrong.
You have a definite sense of humor. You will collapse into a pile of giggles if we make the right noise, or sneak up on you, or for any reason we don’t know. Your father and I will do just about anything to get you to laugh.