You were a raven haired, chubby cheeked little thing when you were born. Not at all what I was expecting but every bit as perfect as I'd imagined.
For the first 5 days of your life you and I bunkered down in a hospital room and for the rest of my life, I'll remember that time as being truly sacred. We said no to visitors, yes to flowers and yes to long post lunch naps.
When your dada came to the hospital to take us home, I took a long, deep, knowing breath and strapped you into the car. Life was about to get crazy.
At the time, I didn't think you'd be my last baby but one year on and I'm certain. My heart is full with you and your brother and sister. The three of you run me ragged, I'm a mess. My hair is grey, my cellulite expansive and my home, our home, is filthy. Life with the three of you is a mess, but a happy mess.
Tiny human, you are loved. Oh to be the baby in the family. All the love, all the attention, all the scraps on the floor and all the hand me downs are yours. All yours. No one fights you, no one tries to steal from you. Every one lavishes you with good things.
You, little darling, are our good thing. Our tiniest thing. And probably our cheekiest thing.
HAPPY ONE, LITTLE ONE!
p.s please, please, please don't grow up. Just start sleeping though the night, k?