We did it. We survived a year.
Oh, who are we kidding. You are a snap. Someone upstairs knew what he was doing when he sent you to us, thinking, “They’ve had enough trials dealing with those other two insane clowns. Let’s make this one a little easier.” And easier you have been. Not to mention sweet, patient, and very, very forgiving.
You…are awesome. Your smile lights up the whole house, and your giggle gives life to a million fairies (I know it’s corny. It’s from Tinker Bell. Stop laughing at me.). Your “uh-oh” gives me good reason to let you throw food on the floor.
Hugs are your specialty. You’ve got the kissiest cheeks around. Walking? You’ll get there. No big rush. Crawling is way easier, and you are dang fast at it, making a beeline for the gate if you have so much of an inkling of an idea that it’s open.
I have to tell you, I never expected I would be so in love with you. You weren’t exactly on the calendar, if you know what I mean. But we’re big believers in everything happening for a reason, and here you are. I’ve never seen a father so wrapped around his little girl’s little finger.
To quote Ne-Yo (the first time I have ever quoted Ne-Yo, and the last time I hope to ever quote Ne-Yo), “You’re the best thing I never knew I needed.” (Thank you, Princess and the Frog.)
Mommy and Daddy (you know, the people who feed, bathe, and clothe you)
P.S. You can start sleeping through the night aaaaaaaaaany day now.
P.P.S. The song accompanying the slideshow is “Junebug” by Robert Francis. Please ignore the line that says “you were beautiful then/you’re just a coke job now.” Zoe’s not snorting the blow. Maybe a milk job. But she is beautiful.
Now enjoy copious amounts of cuteness!