My darling Biet,
Here you are, one year old. I plopped you down on the bed on the afternoon of your very first birthday and snapped these photos- for you to have always. One year ago, just one minute shy of seven in the evening, the sight of your round little face looking up at us through the water brought your Papa to tears. And then you were lifted out into the air of our tiny kitchen and I touched you with my hands for the very first time. And you were ours.
As you cross this line into years alive instead of mere months, I see in you a certain spark suddenly brighten & come alive. Your eyes now have a twinkle and your voice an excitement and your movements a gusto and sway which enliven the whole room. Its almost as if you know that it's your birthday, and you are (rightfully) proud to have made it, so effortlessly and healthfully and happily, to this milestone. Suddenly, you seem to understand everything that's happening around you. You turn your world into a series of games- complete with concentration and comtemplation and a big belly laugh when you win. Whether its making breakfast or putting the leash on Nico or folding laundry or eating dinner, you seem to see a game in each of our daily tasks. It fills my heart with joy to see you so interactive and happy. I really must say that you are one smart cookie, my little one year old, and I am proud of you.
And I could say that you aren't my little baby anymore, but that's not true. In a way, you will always be my little baby, just as all daughters are to their Mothers. And in a way, you were never really a little baby. Since your first breath on your first day, you have held a soulfulness and a seriousness that is anything but infantile. Your eyes, those peircing bright blue knowing eyes, have never been a baby's eyes. When I look into them I see a strong and willful and mischevious and wise little person. On that rainy evening one year ago, in the water, a tiny and complete little person was born. A person to whom we opened our hearts and our home and our souls.
And so I do not lament the passing of time or the loss of babyhood. Instead, I feel like we should fly to the moon and back in celebration. Because here you are- a new life, a new person, growing into who you need to be. And there is nothing more beautiful, my daughter.
Happy Birthday Biet.