Things I want to remember…
My sweet little Oliver, you turned one years old this weekend. One year since I held you on my chest for the firs time, one year since I fell in love with you.
To you, it was just another day, but you were so happy to have the people you love most all together to celebrate you. Like always when around crowds, you were shy at first, not leaving mommy’s lap, but then you were going from arm to arm, playing with your little friends and having a wonderful time.
You weren’t messy eating your cake, barely getting any of it around your mouth, which I kind of wish you had haha. When your nap time came, you went down easily, but had the biggest smile on your face when you woke up to guests still here.
Of all the things you got on your birthday, you enjoyed the balloons the most. You walked around with them, shook them, and laughed at them.
My sweet boy, how proud I am of the little person you are and are becoming. You are kind, you are loving, and you are loyal. You always reciprocate double the love that you receive, and the warmth in your hugs and kisses are something I hold so so dear.
You are mama’s boy, which I adore, but you love your Daddy and sister so much. Your sister is your teacher and your friend, and watching you two grow up together has been my biggest gift.
Of all the things I love most about you right now, are when you are on one side of the room, get up and walk towards me with your sort of still wobbly walk, and give me the biggest hugs and drooly kisses. Wouldn’t change it for the world <3
Happy first birthday my love <3
