November 29, 2010
My Little Weasel, Whistler,
I never imagined the kind of love I could feel for another person – or the strength of that love – until the day they placed you in my arms. That was the day my life truly began. This past year has been the happiest of my life and I somehow feel like I never really existed before you.
You brighten all my mornings with smiles and laughs and every evening with snuggles and kisses. How quickly you have grown into such a sweet, smart young man – always happiest with Mom, and of course, I wouldn’t want it any other way!
You are my most precious gift, my reason for smiling, and the very reason I want to be the best person that I can be.
I love you more than Snookie loves Pickles, Monkey. Happy First Birthday!