Little Flutterbugs

Dearest one year old,

It is hard to believe that a year has passed since you were inside of me. You have grown up so much from under 7 pounds to almost 19 pounds. You kept your black and dark eyes, resembling your father and his side of the family. Your mouth is full of eight teeth, you wail and screech all day long. You hoot and holler at the cat and at Gabby.  Your babbles, grunts and giggles bring a smile to our faces. You’ve even managed to say your first word, mama.

We celebrated your first birthday with family and friends in Miami. Your birthday party was fit for a Cuban/Colombian princess. You were not overwhelmed by all the sight and sounds and all the arms that happily carried you. You truly loved the attention.

As our second child you have definitely been fortunate enough to have witnessed a a less neurotic, less controlling, less worried and nervous mom. Your first year has been a breeze, despite your challenges with eczema and food allergies.

You’ve been working on mastering the skill of walking. I am in no rush to have you accomplish this skill. I rather you take your time, because it goes by so quickly. As a mommy of two, I’ve learned that you don’t love one child more than another. The love you have just doubles. You are truly a happy baby girl. We love your energy, your enthusiasm, and your flirtatious way of being. I know I will always look back on your first year as one of the great treasures of my life.