june 6...gasp

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May

king of the speed crawl

crouper

nose diver

ta-da!

pointer

eternal napper

stander

flirt

brett the second

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The end.

There you have it. Jack's first year.

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It's interesting how what feels like not long ago, I sat at the computer blogging- far too late at night, much like I am doing now.

Just a short few hours later, I found myself at the hospital.

And then, came Jack.

One year ago.

It's official now.

It's my baby's birthday.

And...no kidding...I cry as I write this.

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Oh, my sweet Jack.

Words don't do him justice.

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I sure love this kid.

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I love how he cuddles up to me and lets me kiss and smother him without pulling away.

I love that he crawls up to me just like a little puppy.

I love that he looks just like his dad.

I love that he flaps his arms when he gets excited.

I love that he plays with my face when I rock him.

I love when I catch him playing peek-a-boo with his crib animals.

I love the way he has always so passionately sucked his thumb.

I love how his cheeks are made up of the perfect consistency of juiciness and firmness.

I love when he goes wild in the tub and drains it from his splashing.

I love his gut laugh. It's pretty much famous.

I love the space between his two front teeth.

I love his obsession with Brett.

I love his personality's winning combo of ultra-sweet, and just a pinch of mischief to keep things interesting.

I love how he gets over traumatic things (shots, toys stolen, etc) in approximately 13 seconds.

I love his love for soft things & how he can't NOT suck his thumb when touching them.

I love that we make each other laugh when it's time to go to sleep.

I love that he follows me around the house all day.

I love the way he chews.

I love his little body.

I love his silly hair (and lack of it).

I love that he's a sleeper.

I love his love for bathing.

I love his bum in short pajamas.

I love that fact that for the past 365 days I've had him to love.

I wouldn't take back a minute.

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I know he was meant to be ours.

And any confusion I find myself having about life,

is made incredibly simple when I think of just that fact.

Life is good. Life is blessed.

Especially when you're Jack's mama.

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Now it's officially time to celebrate.

Bring on the Yo Gabba Partaaaaay!

(i'm sure it'll beat going through labor.)

the invite.

(more details to be blogged after the party)