Dear Eddy, Month 11

Dear Almost One Year Old,

I had this friend when I was younger that had an older brother who was popular at school. I remember thinking, "Man, I can't believe she lives with him and that they eat dinner together and joke around and it's so normal." My friend, my regular old friend, was related to - and lived with! - someone so cool.

That's pretty much how I've felt this past year. Except that I'm the friend that lives with the cool kid. I'm the mom with the ridiculously awesome, chubby-cheeked, always happy, super hilarious baby that everyone wants to be friends with. Everyday I can't believe that this is where I am, that you are my son.

I can't believe that I am your number one, your comforter, your favorite place to sit.

I can't believe that you want me to pick you up, that you fall asleep next to me, that I get to snuggle up to you.

I was mushy to begin with but the mushiness has reached new heights since you came into my life. I know that in the blink of an eye you will be in your own bed, you will be embarrassed if I try to comfort you when you fall, and you will prefer your dad's leather chair to my lap. But I know that I will be in awe of what's to come.

You will be a year old in 10 days.  From that point on, when I think back on moments from the year before you will be a part of all of them.

As unbelievable as this year has been it seems as though it's always been. It seems exactly right.

10 days and counting...

everyday.

I love you more today than yesterday but not as much as tomorrow.

Love,
Mama

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