Mushiness on the eve of a birthday

Tonight while I was cooking and Teg was munching her dinner, I was singing along to a music mix and hamming things up for Teg to keep her entertained. Elton John came on and as I found myself singing "I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, How wonderful life is now you're in the world..." and my eyes filled with tears.

Tegwyn turns 1 tomorrow. She seems blissfully unaware of what birthdays are, but we are hyper-aware of this great landmark. Turning one is a big deal. It means she gets to ride facing forward in her new big-girl car seat. It means she can ride in a bike trailer. It means she's at the age where walking and starting to understand and communicate are daily activities.

And it means it's a year we've been parents. This time last year I was sitting at home, counting the hours until we went to hospital to finally meet the little person who was growing inside me. Well, what a little person she is indeed. She is so full of personality, fun, facial expressions, and joy. She has a will of her own, definite likes (mommy, daddy, raspberries, her lovey blanket, Noah) and dislikes (being fed by me with a spoon, being made to sit down in the bath). And we love, love, love her. How wonderful life is now she's in the world. We thank God for entrusting her to us daily. What an honour to have been her parents for a year.