One more month and you will be ONE YEAR OLD. The time has flown by like a rocket and at least a gazillion times a day I think: "I wish I could freeze this moment." Everyday, normal, moments are the ones I am afraid I will forget: Moments like--you playing in the dirt and learning how to shovel with your spade. Moments like--you tucking your arms underneath your body and nuzzling my shoulder while I am holding you. Moments like--you standing on your own for a couple seconds and then tumbling as you realize what you were doing. Moments like--when you tap me on my shoulder and try to get my attention. Moments like--you playing in the sprinkers and lapping up the spray of the water as if it were a fountain.
You are the best 11 month old I know! I helped out in your Sunday School class today and compared you to the other little munchkins. You were the cutest, happiest, most active and most sweet kid in the room. I was so proud that you were mine.
Here's to your last month as baby, baby. I pray that it is filled with many more everyday moments that I will capture in my heart. Love you, Bugaboo.
Mommy
