A year ago, at this moment, my life changed. My battered heart began healing when I first saw (and heard) G.T.
Happy Birthday, my sweet Muppet!
You are no longer my itty-bitty ten-pounder. You are close to thirty pounds. (I will not know exactly until your appointment in a couple of weeks.) You wear 18 month clothes (more for the length than anything else) and a size five shoe. Shoes that are necessary now that you are walking everywhere.
You love to climb and knock stuff over. The joy you find in just opening the cabinets we have unlocked for you makes me smile.
You have brought so much joy to Dad and me over the last year and we cannot wait to see what the next year (and the years after that) bring you.
Now stop leaving teeth marks in all of my furniture. ;)