And once again, I have a toddler.
Truly, a running, yelping, grabbing, and exploring toddler. Never a dull moment these days, for you are everywhere at once, forcing my instincts to anticipate your next move. Up the stairs, under the table, behind the door, and in the dishwasher should I decide to look away more than a couple of seconds.
Because today, sweet Baby J, the Light of our Home, our bunso...you are now one.
And what a presence you are; in your peace and excitement, I can feel you uplift me. From the moment you were conceived, my very thought of you was the beacon of hope that brought me through a long deployment. You are a cherished gift after our previous sadness, and in your birth, all of the love tucked even in the secret compartments of my heart came to greet you.
Up to this day, I held on that time would just stop. Last night, I lamented to your Father at how heartbroken I was, that our Baby is no longer one, but he reminded me that the best is yet to come.
I know he is right. But I have these last three hours left to watch you while you sleep as still my baby.
Happy Birthday, my love.
