Happy Birthday...!
Dear Nicky,
One year ago today you came to us. A year ago this evening I held you in my arms for the first time ever. You were thirteen days late. When I held you after the docs cleaned you up, your eyes were wide open and looked right into mine. "He's so beautiful!" I said to Mom, who was so doped up due to the emergency Cesarean, she could barely keep her eyes open. We didn't know what to expect when we first saw you, but you were, and continue to be, amazing. They had you bundled up into a tight little package, just like the little gift that you are. It's impossible to believe a year has passed. We've all been through so much, so many fears, and tears, and surprisingly, a lot of laughs.
This morning my folks called to wish you a happy birthday. They also sent a sweet card and some clothes as presents. Whenever my father wishes us well, he does this whole litany of good wishes, that go on and on and on. I feel like saying we get the point already, Dad, but he means so well I don't want to hurt his feelings. Your Aunt Za and Uncle Den sent you a nice toy too. Later, you had some Yobaby shake from a straw, which Mom had never seen before. She was quite impressed. Then we went out to Granny's house, where she had gone to a lot of effort to set the place up for your birthday. Aunt Duchess and Boots was there, then your cousin Tara, Grandpop, and even Uncle Jon. You got lots more presents, and attention, and affection. I took lots of photos and some videos. The most amazing thing is how well behaved and personable and alert you were the whole time, especially because you didn't have hardly any naptime at all today. After the cake, you did crash pretty quick and it was time for us to go. You've been asleep since. My boy had a big first birthday. Mom and I adore you so much, and we're grateful and proud to have you as our son.
Love,
Dad
One year ago today you came to us. A year ago this evening I held you in my arms for the first time ever. You were thirteen days late. When I held you after the docs cleaned you up, your eyes were wide open and looked right into mine. "He's so beautiful!" I said to Mom, who was so doped up due to the emergency Cesarean, she could barely keep her eyes open. We didn't know what to expect when we first saw you, but you were, and continue to be, amazing. They had you bundled up into a tight little package, just like the little gift that you are. It's impossible to believe a year has passed. We've all been through so much, so many fears, and tears, and surprisingly, a lot of laughs.
This morning my folks called to wish you a happy birthday. They also sent a sweet card and some clothes as presents. Whenever my father wishes us well, he does this whole litany of good wishes, that go on and on and on. I feel like saying we get the point already, Dad, but he means so well I don't want to hurt his feelings. Your Aunt Za and Uncle Den sent you a nice toy too. Later, you had some Yobaby shake from a straw, which Mom had never seen before. She was quite impressed. Then we went out to Granny's house, where she had gone to a lot of effort to set the place up for your birthday. Aunt Duchess and Boots was there, then your cousin Tara, Grandpop, and even Uncle Jon. You got lots more presents, and attention, and affection. I took lots of photos and some videos. The most amazing thing is how well behaved and personable and alert you were the whole time, especially because you didn't have hardly any naptime at all today. After the cake, you did crash pretty quick and it was time for us to go. You've been asleep since. My boy had a big first birthday. Mom and I adore you so much, and we're grateful and proud to have you as our son.
Love,
Dad
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