I wrote this about a month after Bugaboo was born.
In the morning, he turns one year old. It may be an understatement to say that I am a little sad about this.
I love all that you are learning and doing and becoming, but I selfishly want to keep you small enough to hold. I want to keep your out-of-control-hair in the same crazy style. I want to keep kissing your smooshy cheeks and lifting you above my head just to see you smile. My sweet baby boy, our perfect surprise, getting bigger each day. I cannot imagine our family without you.