One

My baby is one today. How did that happen? I know he was just born yesterday.

(Soccer on Friday night, courtesy of Nikki.)

My blondie-blue-eyed boy who turned into a blondie-brown-eyed boy.

(Soccer on Friday night, courtesy of Nikki.)

He's as sweet and dear as they come. One of my six miracles.

It must be official, because he's wearing the finally finished, important project.

(birthday crown)

(This morning when he woke up, being showered with love.)

Sawyer, I completely adore you. I love the few wispy blond hairs that reach your eyes. I love when you put your arm around my neck. I love to hear your laugh. I love your smile. And your eyes. And your chubby, most-kissable and munchable cheeks. And your determination. I love that you pick up dirt off the floor and hand it to me. (You used to try to eat everything, and you still try sometimes.) I love when you clap your hands. I love your playfulness. I love playing hide and seek with you, even if you get upset when you don't see me right away. (We still have fun.) I love that you peek over the sofa looking for Daddy in the computer room. I love your sweet baby voice. I'm so happy you're here. Happy, happy birthday, dear one. I wish you many, many more.