Little Mister turned one year old a few weeks ago and I can barely catch my breath when I think about it. We have had a very busy (and emotional) couple of weeks. Aedan and I had our one year anniversary from the day we met on September 29th. I knew the day would come but I had no idea it would come so fast.
I was anxious all week for that Thursday to arrive. I planned it perfectly. I figured he would wake up at his usual time—7:30ish. Then I would walk in his room singing the Happy Birthday song with the camera. And then we would head down stairs for fresh pancakes. I was so excited the night before as if I was 5 years old waiting for my own birthday to arrive. I jumped out of bed that morning around 7, afraid that I was already running late. I rushed to get the pancake batter ready. I prepped the camera. And then I waited. That little boogie decided to sleep in on his birthday and didn't wake up until close to 9! Mitchell waited for him to wake up and was late to work but couldn't wait any longer. What a stinker! But of course, he got his birthday song and pancakes J. I was so proud of my little man and so happy for him. I must have sung to him a dozen times. He knew I was extra happy—he was happy too.
When Mitchell came home we had tons to do to get ready for his birthday parties (Yes, plural) so we stayed in for dinner and I baked our birthday man a special brownie dessert--his first real dessert. He loved it even though he didn't have very much.
I'm so in love with my son. This year has been incredible. I never knew I could love someone so much. Aedan is so precious and happy and joyful and smart and beautiful and absolutely angelic. He is perfect. He is 1 year old. He walks everywhere. He can say Daddy and Dadda perfectly. He says Eggie for Meggie and Ary for Harley. He doesn't say Mommy or Mama yet, but that's ok. He can wave hello and good-bye. He makes his munchkin face on queue. He likes to feed himself. He giggles uncontrollably when we chase him. He love to nurse and cuddle and points to my chest to let me know he wants his milky-milk. He moves around a lot in his sleep. He loves to figure out his toys and know how they work. He loves to push things. He loves to close doors and open cabinets. He chases Stewie. He loves getting kisses from other baby girls.
Dear Jesus, Thank you for my baby boy. I love him!
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