When I hand you a stuffed animal and you immediately hug it and snuggle it, my heart melts. When you pretend to go "night night" and lay your head down on the carpet, I think I might die from the cuteness. Many times you look at me and smile, or laugh and I don't know what I ever did without you.
You're a year old now, and you know where your hair, teeth, pansa (tummy), toes, feet, and sometimes where your nose all are. You also know the noises that a tiger, a cat, a dog, and a truck make. You know how to say dog, cat, duck, and the sign for fish, and more (sometimes). They say babies know more words than they say or even really indicate. That amazes, but doesn't surprise me. Your mommy once told you that she didn't have anything for you, but that I had what you were looking for, and you turned and came straight to me to find it. It's amazing to me just how much you do know.
Granted, it's not always fun and games. You have several different cries--all of which I can handle. But sometimes you manage to get a particularly loud and frightening screaming cry that breaks my heart. You also like to flail your body when you don't want to be held. It's amazing I haven't dropped you.
Happy birthday, Amelia, and do me a favor--try to sleep til at least 8:30am on Sundays? These early weekend mornings are brutal.