Hey Olivia –
What do you get with delicious gappy front teeth, dirty post-crawling feet, and small forehead bruises from bonking into door frames?
A nine-month-old. You!
We all agree – you, dad, and me – that nine-months-old is the life. You’re curious and cuddly, you’re friendly and fun. Your laugh is a wheezy kind of thing that you share all the time. Never stop laughing. Yours is the best.
Dad’s favorite thing about you: you’re a mover and a lover. He crawls around the house with you, growling like a bear, and in return for his time, you kiss him. So sweet.
Mine: you leave others happier than you found them by sharing your infectious, scrunchy smile. You’ve taught me that smiling is a cure-all for unhappiness. Thanks, little love – that’s really good to know.
How we adore your bright and happy soul. Cheers to your life – you breathing, beautiful doll.
Love you so,
Mama + Dad
