Thursday, May 16, 2019

Happy Birthday Truman James

Truman, I can't believe you're a year old! It seems like yesterday you were doing acrobatics from within my uterus. I'm so lucky to have had this year with you and I can't wait to see who you become in the years that follow.
At every ultrasound, technicians couldn't believe how much you were moving. It's not surprising to report that you've been the most active and curious of all my babies. (Who I firmly believe have all been more active and curious than the average babe.) You keep us on our toes.
You are so happy and loving. You adore your siblings and want to do everything they do. And usually you do. Yesterday you climbed slides at the playground and climbed their (plastic) rock formation with zero assistance. Never would I have thought an (almost) one year old could do that.
You love new environments. You love to watch people and talk to people... If we're in a crowd and no stranger is fawning over you, you'll yell to get their attention. And then give the biggest smile.
You don't enjoy being alone. At all. You sleep with your head on my chest. But usually you're fighting sleep. There's just too much exploring to do for you to ever willingly fall asleep. But at all times, we'd better be watching you explore and applauding your efforts. That way you can applaud with us because clapping your hands is your favorite.
Truman, you're so spunky and sweet. With your larger than life personality and your silly little gap tooth smile. I'm so glad you chose me to be your mom. You're the perfect final puzzle piece to this crazy, loving family.

Happy Birthday Truman. I love you more than I could ever put into words.