Hey year two, we are coming for you !! Full speed with grace like rain, because Aris woke up on October 8th (post b-day) with eyes wide and blue like berries. His bare bum lounged munching a granny smith and watching Rescuers Down Under. Then, he colored and ate the pretty sea foam crayon. We zombie jogged after pigeons and squirrels in Washington Square, pet even the most giant of puppies. Then, home and with every few moments Aris leaned against me or climbed up to pause there. Together we ate an entire pumpkin pie and began learning how to handle true signs of spunk & sass. Any words, welcomed. Besides green apples, Aris loves dirty door knobs, throwing rocks, riding fast in his blue car and being high up on daddy's shoulders. You bring the masses together, my love. With every ounce I adore you and I know you understand that.
Your compassionate heart humbles me, your wonder makes me look again, and those serious eyes, like galaxies, pull me in. Your smile lifts any heaviness from my heart, sweet blonde light of mine.
Happy 1st birthday!! I will get every last bit of baby outta you, baby A.
Your compassionate heart humbles me, your wonder makes me look again, and those serious eyes, like galaxies, pull me in. Your smile lifts any heaviness from my heart, sweet blonde light of mine.
Happy 1st birthday!! I will get every last bit of baby outta you, baby A.