Dear Saint,

This weekend you turned 11 months old.

You hop from here to there, you pull up to your knees, and you’re sleeping through the night in your own crib. You’re just as beautiful and sweet as you’ve always been, but there’s something more now too- you’re curious and bright. When something is taken from you, you screech. When something is funny you laugh. When something is in front of you, you’ll take it!

I’m sad that your first year is coming to an end- only because  I’d like to keep you as my baby forever- you’re so good at being a baby. I’m happy too though, because I love learning you, hearing you, and seeing you grow.

Next month will be very hard for me, but joyous for you. For the next 30 days lets just pretend you’ll be my baby forever, okay?

Happy 11 months my gorgeous boy. I love you to the moon and back.

Mama

 

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