Mighty.

I’m glad it’s today and not one year ago today because one year ago today I felt like my vagina was falling off. For reals. I’m glad we are here cuddling in my big, comfy bed and not watching you get poked and handled at every inconvenient time possible while lying in a horrendous hospital bed. I can’t believe how quickly this year zoomed by and I know it’s such a cliché statement but it did. And I didn’t feel like that with Famous or Slim. What was a year, seemed like a year with the boys. Maybe it has something to do with life being a tad bit busier than those days. Just a smidge crazier. I dunno. It’s possible. I’m also glad you’re feeling a bit better from your very traumatic and very first ailment. You have been through a catheter-double-injection-yuckyantibiotic-hell and you are finally on the mend. Quite the beast you are, girl. I shouldn’t be surprised considering your brother is The Hulk. Thank you for being such a little lover. You’re so cuddly and smiley and lovey with me and your Daddy and brothers. It’s exactly what I need. I hope you continue to be adventurous like your brothers and I bet you can’t wait to join their clown posse. All the magical pretending you get to take part in. I hope they continue to protect you and your innocence as they do now. No need to grow up quickly. Thank you for melting your Daddy into putty on a daily basis.

All you have to do is batt those beautiful eyelashes his way and he’s toast. I’ve never seen him so attentive and present. I love it. You are such a blessing and you are loved so much. You are worth every grueling minute of labor. But don’t think I’m not saving the video proof forever in case I need to guilt you into something important later in your life, little lady. God, I’m scared for your future. Idiots are breeding idiots and you’re bound to have to deal with LOTS of them and I hate knowing that. I hope you strive to be a kind, strong, smart(god-forbid), conscientious, well-intentioned person to offset that other large, inevitable group of idiots that will accompany you in your future endeavors.

Please do not care that you are beautiful. Appreciate it, but don’t rely on it. You had no control over it. It’s sheer luck of the (DNA) draw, Lovey. Learn as many skills as you can. Those are worth your time and energy.

I’ve noticed your leg rolls are slowly diminishing and you’re on the verge of running. I’m sad that you are growing. Why can’t you stay a baby for a little longer? I need more time to kiss your leg rolls and elbow dimples. I love your gap between your front teeth and I know as more teeth come in that may close. I’m sad. Please stay little. I love cuddling with you. I can’t believe you are one year old. I can’t believe how amazing you are. I love you, Mighty. Happy birthday.