|Photo swiped from my best friend|
I heard a rather shocking rumour about you. The rumour mill seems to be teaming with gossip that you, you my godson of awesome, is turning 1 years old tomorrow. Impossible I declare. Inconceivable!! Noooooooo!!!!! Sadly it's true. You will be 1. As much as your mother and I declare that you are not.
You turning 1 means several things. First it means you've spent the last 365 days traveling around the sun. Awesome. Second, that your mother and I are a year older. Not as awesome. Third it means you're a year older. I am undecided about the awesomeness level of this.
A year ago today I wrote the following in my private blog,
Tomorrow my dear wonderful amazing best friend you are giving life. How truly tremendous!! How breath taking!! How totally wicked and awesome!!
And now with the birth of Nater (the tater) a mere hours away my heart feels like it will explode with love.
I may or may not have also told your mom "May the force be with you." Yes, your godmama is a bit of a nerd but at the time it's what made sense. It's the only thing that came to mind. This shouldn't come as a surprise to you though, we DID buy you a Darth Vader shirt that you just rocked!! You totally did...ask your mom.
For your birthday we wish you the following;
1. Adventure. One is a great age. There is so much to learn, see, experience and discover. We know you've recently discovered crawling and climbing. Just wait little one, just wait until the whole walking thing happens, that will BLOW YOUR MIND!!!
2. Language. Like I said walking will blow your mind but communication will just floor you. Suddenly you'll find yourself being understood rather than vaguely interpreted. Words are a gift and I can't wait for you to open this gift and therefore expand your world in ways you can't even imagine. Heck, I'm 27 years old and I'm still floored by words and the beautiful thing they are.
We wish these three things for you and so much more. We wish you happiness, joy, love, so very noisy toys and clothing with ears on the hoods. We wish you much cake, ice cream and a few other things you're probably not suppose to give babies. I wish you a sugar crash of epic proportions and so very much familial love it's almost obnoxious.
So tomorrow your godpapa and godmama will quietly celebrate the amazingness that is you and your entry into the world with a piece of cake, smile and thoughts that are very far away. Thoughts that are with you at home in Canada. With your mom, dad and your big sister Monkey.
You. Are. loved. Little one.
In total denial and with hearts that still feel like they'll explode with love,
Your godparents of not as awesome as you and your sister but still pretty great in the grand scheme of things.