Happy birthday, my dear, sweet, amazing, perfect little boy.
I don’t have words big enough to express how I feel about you. It’s a lot like love, only it’s more like love times infinity to the moon and back again. Plus a million. And then some. They day you were born and they first laid you on my chest, I thought my heart would explode from love. I thought it was stretched to its very limit and I couldn’t hold even a smidgen more of love. But somehow, it did. Somehow, every day, my love for you grew. My love for your dad grew as I watched him be an amazing father to you. Every day, my heart gets bigger and bigger. I don’t even know how I’m able to stand up anymore with all this fierce love coursing through me.
You lean in for cuddles, you zoom around the house begging us to chase you, you give us big sloppy kisses, you babble for hours and hold our hands and clap and dance whenever music’s playing. You are so funny and charming and sweet and brave and strong. You’re the happiest person I’ve ever met.
This year has had its share of challenges and worries, but it’s been the most rewarding, fantastic year of my life. It’s such a pleasure and a honor to be your mom. Sometimes I feel as if a silly little girl like me hardly deserves all this happiness, but when you clasp my fingers and cuddle into me and plop a big kiss on my cheek, I realize: we were meant for each other. You, me, your dad. All of us. We were meant to be a family. This little, perfect family.
I love you, little monkey.