The Twinkies

Dear F,

You are one today. A year ago, quiet and still, you were pulled from me. You scared your father, you were so limp. You had to be given oxygen, and an IV was inserted in your arm. But you were so sweet, and so brave. You loved to snuggle with me from the very beginning, and nursed when the nurse removed your IV; I’m sure it hurt but you didn’t cry, just held on to me. You are still a cuddler; you crawl into my lap and snuggle in. You also hurl yourself forward at me, at the world, with fearless verve. Nothing daunts you and almost nothing bothers you. You love to get into just about anything, and sometimes I call you Mischief. You pull things out of drawers, go through the recycling, and can find any open baby gate within seconds. You are such a lovable girl. You are my Snuggle Bug who comes up to me, thumb in mouth, and puts her head on my lap. You love books, and sit turning the pages in your books; you have a favorite page in one book and always open to that page. When I try to read past it your grab the pages and turn back. You were calm in utero and that calm has (usually) extended into your life. I look at how big you are and marvel at you. Watching you grow is amazing; you are amazing. I love you. Happy Birthday.

– Mama

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