You’re one. WTF.
This is how you turned one. Rough night for you. Rough few days (week?) You woke up crying at 1045. I picked you for the long haul at 1115 after some pick ups and put downs.
But you know? It’s all good. You’ve earned it. You have had such an understated year.
You were born in the shadow of a job switch and your sister going to school.
You were so quiet on our first vacation people wondered where you were.
You moved between nannies while smiling at each and every one.
You waited to crawl until nobody was really watching probably because you didn’t want to be a distraction.
You moved houses before you moved yourself.
You’ve been teething for 8 months and just got a tooth.
The sourest demeanor you ever have is cured by taking you outside so you can wave … to everyone.
You take meds with a smile (like you take everything else.)
You love your sister and let her make you smile like I never knew smiling was possible.
You are a momma’s boy. Keep that, homie. It will get you far. Or at least, protect you forever.
You have your grandfathers in you (and in your name), linked to them forever (and ever.)
You take your time. The more we rush and hustle around you the more you naturally, instinctively, and subtly, humble our pace.
You are everything this whole family needed.
And I get to brag that you turned one in my arms. (Note: I put you back in your crib peacefully a second before posting this. You probably woke up and faked some tears so I could have this moment and story to tell.) HBD, Jaanu!
This, by the way, was how you woke up. Not so bad, huh?