I didn’t write a post on your birthday. Truth is I’m totally in denial. I’m ecstatic watching you grow, yet I’m grieving losing my X month old baby to a 1 year old little human with preferences. You have PREFERENCES. You don’t want just any old book, no. You want the one with buttons that make sounds and light up. You stinkin’ love buttons. Thermostat, remote, interactive books, phones, Comcast cable box (a favorite), washing machine, mama, daddy, Cody. All those buttons, you push them all day. 😅
I’m having a hard time blinking these days, because when I do, you start clapping for the first time, you have a better throw than daddy 🤣, you walk fast and babble slow, you smile big, you sign language ask for “more” food to nibble on, you become obsessed with blowing air out of your mouth, you eat a whole big person meal to yourself, you poop for the umpteenth time, you pay attention to how mama and dada do things, you just fill our tanks up with joy.
I didn’t write on your birthday because I was oogling at your face for the little time we got to spend together after mama returned from Jury duty. Nothing shows evidence and signs of time quite like your little one tripling in weight in the span of 12 months, but it’s here and it’s real. I think that’s why we struggle with our kids birthdays. It’s a reminder of another year closer to their independence. So...I plan on soaking it all in, our little guy. We love you so much. May you always have a zest for the simplest pleasures and may your head always bobble when you walk, at least for a while longer. We think it’s pretty hilarious. Happy Birthday Logan Dunham Van Dyke. Love, mom #logandunham #1yearold #12monthsold #cantdeal #sentimentaltimes