Today is the day….my butterball is one.  My giant baby is uno.

Where did the time go?  Can it be reversed?  This little guy is a real dream come true.  After years of infertility battles I thought I was done with my pals and I could not have been more thrilled.  2 kids, one of each….perfect.  Then it happened, you always hear about it happening but never think it could happen to you.  I was pregnant with what turned out to be the world’s best baby.

Abbott Grayson Walter.  You are my smiley guy who I dream about. I have been tempted so many times to go get you up when you are sleeping because I miss you.  You are my tiny owl and you have an energy that lights up a room from the inside out.  Your smile is contagious and your love of cabinet doors is pretty impressive.  Open and close, open and close…..all day long my friend.  Today is your day.  I will unlock all the baby safety thingies and let you just go to town.  You can even empty the Tupperware drawer and I won’t stop you.  Want to go hang out in the bathroom by the toilet?  I won’t stop you today.  Tomorrow may be another story but you can take your toys in there and just stand by that toilet all you want.

Just please don’t ever stop wearing that ear to ear grin when you see me first thing in the morning.  Don’t ever stop putting your head down and doing that aero-dynamic crawl over to mommy to get there faster so I can pick you up.  Don’t ever stop watching your brother and sister play with such excitement.  You will be there soon enough.  Too soon for this mommy of yours.

When I was pregnant with Abbott, I spilled the beans to my mom that I was nervous that I could not love another baby as much as I loved my pals.  It was an honest fear.  I truly thought there was simply no way.  My mom told me that it was just like magic, it happens.  She did it 7 times and was nervous every time but every time she loved us just as much as the one before.  Holy shit.  She was right…..just like magic, your heart grows.  Mine may explode after this one.

Every day when I talk to my mom she says, “how’s my guy?”  My answer is always the same – “the best”. He truly is the best.  As my brother says, the part of his brain that says “I am not happy” or “I do not like this” must be so tiny because he is happy all of the time, rarely cries and likes to just peek around, talk and smile with the world’s most contagious smile.  He is my guy and he is one.  Here is to many more….and if you grow up and live in my basement, I would love it.  I will build you a kitchenette but you cannot have your own entrance.  This way I can force you to come up and visit with your dear old mother who will likely still be embarrassing you.