july 11 came and went despite my feverish attempts to ignore my baby would indeed become a 1 yr. old.
typical conversation amongst jeff, myself & many a stranger over the past several months...
stranger "how old?"
jeff "one year"
me "NO, NO NO. not a year. 10 months, 11 months, 11 months & 29 days. Not a year! not yet. not close. not a year!!!"
now angel, you are a year and what a beautiful year it has been. we cherish every moment and memory.

i love your joy, i love your tears, i love that crazy headband atop that beautiful bald head, i love how you sleep with your nose nuzzled in the pink bunny & your feet crossed at the ankles, i love that you're my 'chow hound,' and the way your face beams when you see your family.
i love to kiss your sweet head, i love feeding you, i love watching you sleep & watching you wake. i love the soft noises you make as you chat away & that you love to engage with others. an extrovert? in our family? i love when you say 'momma,' 'dadda,' for these are the two words you've mastered.
i love every ounce of your precious self.
you are a doll. a beautiful, porcelain doll. thank you God for this special year.