A year ago right now, Sidney was already born, but just barely. I was recovering from my third c-section, my dad was getting Riley and Adrian ready for school, and Shawn was in the nursery with our beautiful baby girl.
She still doesn’t have much hair, but she is even more beautiful now.
Now, in looking back on the past year, I am amazed by all that she has learned, all the many ways she melts my heart. Now, at one, she is almost running, climbing up on couches, saying a few words like “diaper” and “bye, bye,” giving hugs and kisses, and trying, in so many ways, to be a big kid like her older brother and sister.
For me, maybe because she is the third, I feel like I have been able to just sit back and enjoy this year, watching her hit milestones, watching the three littles play and watch each other, watching her bright eyes take in the wide, wide world around her. We’ve done a lot of cuddling, Sidney and I. We’ve done a lot of roaring. The girl doesn’t seem to know a food she doesn’t like, but she will be happy to scatter leftovers on the floor when she is done with dinner. She’ll run away if she senses a clothing or diaper change on the horizon, and then come racing over to me as soon as I sit on the floor to crank out a sit-up or two. She’s fiercely possessive of my lap at the moment. She loves books and trucks and balls and blocks. She’ll let you know when she wants more pretzels or when she wants to be held. Sure, she still gets me up occasionally in the middle of the night, but honestly I don’t mind. I like that time with her. I like being around her, period. She is lovable, playful, fierce, and brave. Yes, of course, I am still in awe of her. I think I will always be.
So today, we’ll have a Funfetti cake, we’ll sing happy birthday, and we’ll cover her in hugs and kisses. Today is a good day.
Happy birthday, my sweet, sweet Sidney.