To my beautiful baby girl Megan, Happy Birthday. A year ago today, you were just about ready to join us. I can’t even begin to tell you what a joy you are to me! I love your little smile and the way you get an I’m going to have so much fun doing this, grin. You are such a spirited little girl. Oh, how you love to climb, and climb, and climb. From the seat of Dylan’s picnic table, to the top, over the arm of the chair and then you sit and bounce. Yesterday, you discovered how to get down on your own, and I very quickly lost count of you going in circles, going around, getting up, getting down and then doing it all over again. I am constantly finding you up on the stool, standing in front of the bathroom sink. You are a very good mimic and pick things up very quickly. You love to point at things and you want to know the name of everything. You know how to wash your belly in the tub and how to make us pick things up for you. You can say yes, this, dada, baba, and papa. You say kii for kitty. You have been walking for close to two months, but really only took off just over a month ago. You are a very determined girl. I know that when you set your eyes on something, you let us know your opinion if you can’t have it or it gets taken away.
You love your brother and want to follow him around. You watch him very closely. He loves you very much, too. I don’t always see it at home, but when I’m not around and other kids are around you, he is a very protective big brother. He won’t let anyone take things away from you. You two will have a strong bond, I’m very sure.
You received a very special gift tonight from your Nanny. I hope that someday you will realize what a treasure she gave you.
By now, you would have joined us. I can’t believe that I was scared to have a little girl at one time. I was terrified of the emotions that come in girls, after all, I know what I’m like. But I love you so much, it’s crazy. I can’t imagine my life without you. You mean the world to me and I love you very much. Happy Birthday, Baby. Love, Mom