My darling little baby,
You’re eleven months old today. I just can’t believe it. I remember when you were born and I was sleep-deprived and tired, I would dream of when you’d become 3 months old. Because people had told me that babies are generally easier to handle once they’re 3 months old. I remember how the days used to pass so slowly. I used to keep track of your age in weeks and be happy each week as you grew older. I think I stopped keeping track of that once you were 17-18 weeks old. After that it was in months. And each month seems shorter than the last. Truly. In exactly a month you’ll be a year old and I guess we’ll stop counting months too.
So Happy Monthly Birthday baby. Cliched I know but I can’t believe how fast time flies. Already the first year is almost gone. When you were around a month old your Nani had told me to enjoy the first year as much as I could because there was nothing like the first year. And I have sweetheart. Soon you won’t be a baby any longer. Soon I won’t be the most important person. I love how when I walk in each evening your face lights up and you hold up your arms to be picked up. I must remember to savour your babyness as much as I can. And not be upset when you refuse to act like an adult and eat your food properly.
You’ll always be a baby to me. Even when you’re eleven or twenty-one or fifty-one. Just like I am your Nani’s baby and Nani is my Nani’s baby :).
Love you little one.
Your besotted, Mumma