August 30th, 2013

Dearest rylee Lorraine,

Last Sunday you turned one baby girl. my baby, one?! I keep forgetting because it just didn't seem like it has been a year. Today is your party. You're such a light; always smiling, always silly.
You're still not walking. you could if you felt like it. you're so cautious, unlike your brother. You like to sit back and monitor things. You watch and take things in before you dive. You hate that falling feeling, so your rather hold on to someone's hand. You can hold my hand as long as you'd like, don't be in any rush to grow up princess.

I love you forever,
Mommy