Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A Woman in her Thirties and her Little Mister

Dear Mister Mister,

It's been awhile since I've written a quiz, so how about I surprise you with one now.

Mom is more than two weeks late writing my first birthday letter because:

A)  She's been too busy
B)  She's been waiting on Mimsydotes' amazing pictures of you
C)  She's been a bit of an emotional wreck about it, so she's been putting it off for fear of dissolving into a pile of goo when she starts writing.

We all know that any woman in her thirties can use excuse #1, pretty much at any time.  Excuse #2 is sort of true, and sure enough Mimsydotes did deliver:

However, let's just be honest.  The answer is C.  Because last year, this happened:

And now, this:

And that's a whole lot for a woman in her thirties to take.

So let's start with the easy stuff, which is to say your general awesomeness.  You, Mr. Handsome, could also be called Mr. Curious:

Mr. Chunky Booty:
Or Mr. Daredevil:
(Look closely and you'll see your first shiner, received while catapulting toward a toy piano.)

You are the opposite of your sister in so many ways, which has thrown me for a loop.  But, just like her, you experience life with such joy that it's impossible not to be infected by it when in your presence.

You love yogurt, graham crackers (your first word besides Ma Ma and Da Da), and milk. And you love, love love your sister.

Most of the time.

I imagine that any person who's had more than one child understands the anxiety of getting through the first year.  You know how hard it is with one, and the thought of another is enough to cause heart palpitations.  Or maybe that's just me.  What I'm trying to say is that I'm pretty darn proud of myself for getting through this last year with you.  It's been hard, I'm not going to lie.  I often felt so bogged down with logistics (and foggy from a lack of sleep, you stinker), that I'm afraid I didn't enjoy the little moments with you.  I didn't fall asleep with you in my arms; I didn't spend an afternoon playing with your toes.  It was go, go, go.

Look out, buddy.

Non stop.  The entire year.

And yet.

Here comes the mushy part.

There hasn't been a single day that I haven't thanked God for you; for us.  Even at my most sleep-deprived and chaotic, even when your Dad was gone on business for weeks at a time, it's always been with me.


Aaron, I'm not sure I'll ever get you to fully understand how lucky we both are.  Even your Dad, your tough-as-nails Da-Da, has gotten a little choked up over the last week at the milestone that is your birthday.

How beyond blessed we are to have you with us. How we weren't complete until you came.  How happy this birthday really, truly is.

I think your pediatrician said it best when I brought you in for your first appointment, last year at this time.  You were only a few days old, fresh out of your stay in the NICU and not quite six pounds.  She knew our story while I was pregnant, and hearing how you came into the world had us both in tears.

'Sometimes we forget,' she said.  'What a miracle it really is to have a child.'

Miracle, indeed, Mr. B.  And you are mine.



  1. Love this! and LOVE, LOVE, LOVE his outfit for his one year photo shoot. :)

  2. Can barely type through the tears. Congratulations on the first year. You did it. :) So proud of you (all.)

    Now then-- those PHOTOS! LOVE!!!

  3. Such a sweet post! He looks so much like you :)

  4. Aww, you have me all teary, too!

    So thrilled that Mr. B is here. Wish I were there to celebrate this milestone with my favorite people in the universe.

    P.S. Mr. Chunky Booty!

    P.P.S. He and Anna look more alike than I have ever seen them looking in those two photos of them together! Whoa!

  5. Ummm... I wish I had a side-by-side picture of Aaron in the pic where Anna has her hands on his shoulders along with a picture of you as a little girl! Twins!